Raspberry Bakewell Cake
Saeran’s hands trembled as he carefully applied the almonds in the cake mixture, despite MC’s instructions to just scatter them haphazardly.
Once MC finally convinced him he did a fine job, he sat in front of the oven, flagging MC down every five minutes with concerns about the cake burning.
When the timer went off, the poor boy was running about like a panicked bunny. MC was able to calm and sit him down then pull the cake out of the oven.
Saeran looked dazzled by the creation they managed to put together. MC knew he was fond of raspberries so picked this recipe specially for him.
When they finally tried the cake after it sufficiently cooled down, Saeran looked teary. Thankfully the tears were of joy and MC was nearly brought to tears with his happiness.
Saeran spent the rest of the afternoon gushing about what else they could make together. Could they do this every day? Could he be trusted to bake more? What if he set the house on fire?
MC rubbed his wrist and just gave him words of encouragement. The more she spoke, the more relaxed Saeran seemed to get. It was his smile at the end of the day that MC strived to see and that was all that mattered.