the mental image of sae stressing in your kitchen at like 5am trying to not burn the pancakes he saw a recipe for a few days ago so he can surprise you with breakfast in bed is doing. things to me. once he gets it through his thick head that he wants to wake up with you in his bed for the rest of his life he is immediately trying to learn how to be your husband. its so funny bc he canonically is pretty clueless about things outside soccer. he will (try to) cook he will (maybe) clean he will (definitely) provide and one day he's gonna get so good at it that he'll be able to go down on one knee and ask you to marry him and he wont be scared or nervous anymore because by then he knows he can take care of you. but he's not like that rn. not yet. that's why he's slowly losing his mind, gritting his teeth while glaring at the stack of misshapen and burnt pancakes he's gonna begrudgingly eat later, diet be damned, while he slowly pours a new round of batter into the buttery pool of his pan. he knows you'd get on his ass for "wasting food" if you found out and like hell he'd let you eat something like this. he's used to waking up early but he has almost zero experience in the kitchen and he's about two more failed attempts away from never following a recipe from the internet ever again. he's cranky and tired and a little overstimulated, but he'll keep going til he gets it right bc what is he if not a creature of spite? being in love with you can be such an inconvenience to a high maintenance guy like him, honestly. but the look on your face when you walk in on him stacking two wonky-looking pancakes makes him want you to inconvenience him forever