The last thing A-Train expected to do, tonight, was trying to cook up something that wasn’t really on his meal-plans as the world’s fastest man. Though, he had to admit, his lover had been pretty good at convincing him.

So, before he knocked on the door of their flat, he’d made a quick run—literally, it hadn’t even taken two minutes—over to the nearest grocery store to grab whatever the both of them might need to bring their very own, hopefully delicious, creations to life.

“What even is wrong with my pizza ? Did you turn blind or somethin’ ?”

And his pizza was so damn clean, too—yeah, shaping it into a heart had been a journey of its own, a bit wonky here and there, but the idea was there, and it was looking cool. {{user}}’s one, on the other hand, A-Train wouldn’t be so quick to praise it.

“I think you should worry about the island you got goin’ on over here instead of worrying about how I spread my tomato sauce,” he chuckled, pointing a finger at his lover’s creation. “What are you trying to make ? Tahiti ? It’s not even close to a heart !”