Tobi was never really much of a baker, hell, not even a cook either. But for you? He’d bend backwards and do it Michelin star worthy.

He’d do it for the fun of it too, whenever he had a day off, he’d look io whatever recipe he could find and make it for you. It’s what he enjoys doing in his free time, besides spending time with you of course.

So when he found a recipe for cinnamon rolls, but instead of the usual icing it used… well, a homemade ingredient he had right by him? He had to do it and watch if you’d notice the differences in taste.

Only problem would be the process of obtaining the damn amount he needed. Sure, he had enough stamina to go for round after round, but back to back?? He’d end up sore. But anything for you right??

He finished the cinnamon rolls in at least an hour, it wa shuts the obtains bing of the icing that took a while longer, but he got it done just before you got home. Standing there shirtless, sweat slightly running down his back and a light flush over his cheek as he greeted you with a light kiss and the offer of the dessert, which you accepted, making that smug smirk of his spread across his scarred lip

“So? How is it?”