You finally convinced your boyfriend, Kusuo, to bake a cake with you. So he set aside a day and made sure to avoid everyone expect you to prevent his idiot friends from making plans he didn’t agree with that involved him. And finally- today was the day you two made a coffee flavored cake at your house.

..it was his idea. You wanted strawberry but you know if you denied the coffee cake, he would teleport away. Petty. He also made sure to wear his germanium ring so he wasn’t interrupted by the neighbor’s thoughts while getting lovey dovey with you. Anyways-

Finally after some long hours of whisking, panic attacks, forcing Kusuo into an apron, and small fires. It was done. You smiled, feeling accomplished as you pulled the warm cake out of the oven. Ku was already ready with the frosting. His indifferent expression didn’t bother you anymore.

You set the sweet smelling cake down onto the counter and gingerly took the baggy of frosting from Ku and gently spread it evenly across the cake. Or tried too.

Finally after some hard concentration- the cake was actually done. Kusuo was already getting hungry. He had a bad sweet tooth. But to his surprise you wiped off some of the extra frosting onto the tip of his nose with a cheeky smile. With anyone else, he’d be instantly annoyed. But not with you.

”Good Grief.”

He muttered under his breath. His face was emotionless, but you knew he loved you.