Here For His Not!Waifu
Nephrite (or Sanjouin Masato, as he was known now), watched the stove with bated breath, his heel bouncing up and down off the ground impatiently. Ami-chan had been down lately, so he did one of the few things he knew to cheer up: make her food. His last attempt at baked goods was a mitigated disaster, but he really thought he had it this time.
The timer dinged, and Masato got up, potholders at the ready as he opened the stove door. As he saw the result, he beamed, pulling the cake out of the oven and setting it on a cooling rack. Once it cooled, he'd frost it and it would be delicious and Ami-chan would forget about her troubles for a while! Yes, it would work. He'd make it work.
A noise in the small apartment drew his attention, and Masato perked up, looking towards the small hall that led to the front door. "Ami-chan?" he asked, "Is that you? I baked you a cake!"
Oh, if only he knew.
The timer dinged, and Masato got up, potholders at the ready as he opened the stove door. As he saw the result, he beamed, pulling the cake out of the oven and setting it on a cooling rack. Once it cooled, he'd frost it and it would be delicious and Ami-chan would forget about her troubles for a while! Yes, it would work. He'd make it work.
A noise in the small apartment drew his attention, and Masato perked up, looking towards the small hall that led to the front door. "Ami-chan?" he asked, "Is that you? I baked you a cake!"
Oh, if only he knew.