He had just come home from yet another annoying mission, slamming the shoji door behind him angrily and putting up his katana. He was annoyed that the lower ranking slayers he was paired up with were so weak, the demon wasn't even a kizuki for fucks sake.

He didn't even bother to announce his arrival as he walked through his home, he was too annoyed with everything—until the scent of ohagi. He opened the door to his living room only to see you setting up sweets—both Western and Japanese—on the kotatsu.

"What the hell is this?"

The man still had anger and annoyance written on his face, but there was also a small hint of surprise. The slayer had forgotten it was his own birthday—until now, at least. He rolled his eyes at the sight of so many sweets in one place, yet he still took a seat. Seeing the bright smile of his beloved partner made him feel warm and tingly inside; though he'd never admit that.

He looked at the food again, noticing the large plate of ohagi and other delicacies, but he also noticed the plate of brownies and cookies. He knew you could bake, but he never knew you had recipes from other countries. He pushed that thought aside and stole a cookie when he thought you weren't looking; at least he thought you weren't. You stole the cookie back from him and put it on the plate, before placing down the last dish that said "happy birthday" on it.