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I knew that there was absolutely no way to hide the disaster I had made from Osamu. I had just wanted to make him something sweet for our date since I had to cancel last week. It was only our third date but he had been so understanding and I promised to make it up to him.
He had said that he wanted to just hang out together and perhaps not go anywhere, so I decided that I would bake him a cake. That had been my first mistake.
I was not horrible in the kitchen, not great either, but I could manage just fine as long as I had step-by-step instructions to follow. I had found this super cute cake recipe and instead of practicing making it, since there was a detailed guide, I figured I could just make it before Osamu came over. That was my second mistake.
I had underestimated the cake and overestimated my own abilities. Which left me with no time to try again nor clean up before he got here.
I stared in horror at the carnage in my kitchen. There was cake batter everywhere, not to mention the frosting that had seemed to explode out of the little bag thing.
After standing in the middle of my kitchen in absolute defeat, I started moving to toss the monstrosity of a cake I had made when I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing.
I immediately froze up again, surprise and panic halting my movements. I frantically looked around for my phone, catching sight of it under a kitchen towel and a used mixing bowl. I scrambled for it, knocking the bowl onto the floor, the resounding bang making me wince as I checked for the time.
I felt my eyes widen as I saw that a whole hour had gone by without my knowledge, not to mention the three missed calls and multiple texts that Osamu had sent while I had been preoccupied with trying to bake his surprise cake.
‘Hey, is it ok if I come by a little earlier? Atsumu is being a pain.’
‘Are you ok? You aren’t answering your phone.’
‘I’m going to grab some snacks before I try calling you again. Please call me back.’
‘Please call?’
‘I’m heading to your house.’
The doorbell rang again, more insistent and I ran out of the kitchen, kicking the bowl in the process.
I hadn’t had time to change or even clean up. I mentally berated myself for losing track of time and for missing Osamu’s calls.
The doorbell rang for the third time and I quickly swung open the door.
I watched as Osamu’s expression morphed from worry to surprise.
“Uh…” His mouth hung open in what I could only call shock.
It would have been funny, except for the fact that I was completely embarrassed. I hadn’t looked in a mirror yet, but I was sure I looked like a mess.
“I am so sorry!” I opened the door wider, indicating that he should come in. His mouth closed slowly and he gingerly made his way past me.
“It’s…fine? Are you ok?” He stood in the middle of the hall with a bag of what I guessed were the snacks that he had brought from the store. His eyes never left my face and I knew that I had to be blushing a bright vibrant red.
I looked away from him, clearing my throat, and said, “Yes…no…umm…you see…I tried to bake you a, uh, a cake to surprise you because I canceled last week and, uh, I lost track of time, which is why I missed your calls and your texts and well it, it didn’t…go well…” I let my voice trail off and quickly glanced back at him to gauge his reaction.
He blinked slowly at me, taking in what I had just said before a small smile appeared on his face.
“You…you were baking me a cake?”
I looked down at my feet, nodding, embarrassed for a very different reason, and saw that I had gotten flour and frosting on my clothes. My previous embarrassment came flooding back, making the back of my neck hot.
“Show me?”
My head snapped up, about to say no, but the look on his face stopped me. He was smiling softly at me, a light blush gracing his features. I swallowed, little butterflies swirling in the pit of my stomach, and nodded again, leading him to the kitchen.
The butterflies only intensified as we drew closer, I had no idea what was going through Osamu’s head when he said he wanted to see. The anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen was enough to drive me crazy.
I glanced back at him as we reached the door, my hand resting on the doorknob as I said, “Just to warn you, it’s…pretty bad.”
He just shook his head and motioned for me to open the door. I swallowed again, more nervous than before, and opened it.
I watched him as he stepped through, coming up beside him so I could watch his reaction. It was the same as I had left it, batter and frosting covering most of the cabinets, the floor, and a couple of appliances. I closed my eyes briefly, letting the embarrassment wash over me, and stole a glance at Osamu.
I wasn’t sure if he was impressed or horrified. He was taking his time, looking around the kitchen, before he finally looked back at me and said, “How did you manage to get frosting on the ceiling?”
My eyes snapped upwards and sure enough, there was a splattering of frosting right over the oven. I felt my cheeks burn hot and I placed my hands over my face as I moaned in utter despair. As I did so, I felt something sticky on my face and I knew that I had gotten frosting all over me. I had answered the door with frosting on my face. It was simply too much. If I could just make the floor open up underneath me and pull me under to save me from this it wouldn’t be fast enough.
Something rustled in front of me and I peeked out from between my fingers. Osamu had turned from me to place the bag on the table, one of the few places not covered in cake ingredients. I closed my eyes again, still wishing I could just crawl into a hole somewhere when I felt his hands tug gently at my own. I let him pull my hands from my face, and watched as he squeezed them in his own, but I refused to meet his gaze. I instead stared down at our feet.
“Do you know how absolutely adorable I find you?”
His words shocked me into looking up at him. He chuckled at my reaction, taking a hand and tucking some hair behind my ear before he cupped my jaw, keeping me from looking anywhere but at him. My heart rate picked up from that small gesture and now I was hyper-aware of just how close we were.
“No one has ever baked me a cake just because. Not even my pain in the ass twin.”
“I, uh, didn’t exactly succeed,” my voice came out soft and I couldn’t keep my eyes from flitting from his own, down to his lips and back up again.
“So?” He was doing the same, my heart was thundering in my ears and I was certain he could hear it.
“It may have been horrible.”
“Then maybe I should try a taste?” His voice came out low and he leaned closer, tilting his head a bit but he stopped close enough I could feel his breath on my lips.
I licked my lips nervously and tasted a bit of frosting, it was all the reaction Osamu needed.
He pressed his mouth against my own, and his hand that had been cupping my jaw slid down to the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on mine. A little hum of pleasure escaped as I wound my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He tightened his grip on my neck and I felt as his other hand wandered down to rest on my waist.
His lips were firm but soft as they molded to mine and I gasped a bit when I felt his tongue slide out to lick along my bottom lip. I heard him groan lightly and then I felt as he slowly pulled away.
We were both panting slightly, still tightly embracing each other. He was gazing at me with such adoration and something else that I wasn’t sure I was ready to acknowledge just yet.
After a few moments, he leaned down to rest his head against mine and whispered, “I was right.”
“Wha-what about?”
“That the cake would have been delicious but you taste better.”
I felt my ears burn with the comment, “Osamu!” I went to pull away from him but he only held me tighter. It was then that I realized that I was getting stuff all over his clothes.
“Oh my God! Osamu, I’m covered in cake batter! Your clothes-”
“Can be washed,” he cut me off quickly.
“But-”
“It’s fine.” He gave me an impish grin, “Totally worth it.” The burning in my ears and cheeks felt hotter. “And besides, I was going to help you clean up.” He squeezed me against him before letting me go and turning to face the kitchen.
“You really don’t have to.”
“I want to. Oh!” He turned back to me, a huge grin on his face, “Do you still have ingredients for cake?”
I blinked at him in confusion, “Yes? I think I do. Why?”
“Wanna make one with me?”
I felt my heart warm at his suggestion, “I’d love to.”