Pairing: Kenma x reader
Genre: Fluff
a/n: my dumbass only took the pic in one ratio which is 1:1 when i shouldve done it in different ratios for a cute banner... oh well. here's the birthday post i made for kenma. and this one is for me even though it's a day later
You glanced at your phone for the fifth time in the past minute, checking the time. Kenma had asked you to come over to his apartment after your afternoon class was over, and now you were standing outside his door, a nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. It was your birthday, and while you didn't expect anything extravagant, the fact that Kenma had planned something made your heart flutter.
Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. A few seconds later, you heard some shuffling from inside before the door creaked open, revealing Kenma in a bit of a mess. He wore an apron that was slightly too big for him, with flour dusted all over his front and a bit of egg batter smeared on his cheek. His usually neat hair was slightly tousled, giving him a frazzled look.
"Ken, what happened?" you asked, unable to suppress a giggle at his state.
Kenma scratched the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "I… um, I was baking you a cake," he admitted, glancing over his shoulder. "well, it's still in the oven."
You stepped inside, the sweet aroma of baking filling the air. "It smells great," you said encouragingly. "I can't wait to see it."
Kenma smiled softly at your enthusiasm, but then his eyes widened in realization. "The cake!" he exclaimed, rushing to the kitchen. You followed him, watching as he hurriedly opened the oven and pulled out the cake, which was slightly burnt on the edges.
You walk over to the cake, inspecting it closely. "It looks great, really. I bet it tastes just as good."
Kenma frowns. "It's burnt."
You laugh, a light, joyful sound that seems to ease his worry. "It's the thought that counts. Besides, I love it."
He relaxes a bit, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I was going to decorate it too, but… well, you can see how that went."
"Let's do it together," you suggest, grabbing a tube of frosting. "It’ll be fun."
Kenma hesitates, then nods, his smile growing wider. "Okay. But no promises it'll look good."
You both get to work, laughing and chatting as you decorate the cake. Kenma's usually serious expression is softened by the warmth in his eyes, and you can’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have him by your side.
"How did you even get flour on your face?" you tease, wiping a smudge off his cheek.
"I have no idea," he admits, chuckling. "I'm a disaster in the kitchen."
"You're my disaster," you reply, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Kenma’s eyes sparkle with affection. "Happy birthday," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.
"Thank you, Ken," you say, your heart overflowing with love. "This is the best birthday ever."
As you finish decorating the cake, you both step back to admire your work. It's far from perfect, but it’s a labor of love, and that makes it perfect in its own way.
"Ready to taste it?" Kenma asks, handing you a knife.
You cut a small slice, offering him the first bite. He takes it, and you watch anxiously for his reaction. He chews thoughtfully, then nods. "Not bad. Could use less burnt edges, though."
You laugh, taking a bite yourself. "I think it's perfect."
Kenma wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Happy birthday," he repeats, kissing your temple.