“Oh dear. What a mess.” Osaragi whispered quietly to herself as she looked down at the quite messed up cake she attempted to bake by herself. Her dark eyes and reserved expression made it hard for anyone to know that she felt awful over it.

Her ears twitched at the sound of the door opening, signifying your return. Osaragi felt horrible, your anniversary cake that she attempted to make to show her love and devotion for your was utterly ruined. She hadn’t even moved to greet you, simply watching it with a pang of regret.

“I apologize. The recipe said it was meant to be made this way.” Osaragi muttered as you’d approached her and saw the cake, her hands still on each side of the baking tray.