#seixn

      typically, ren wouldn’t wake up earlier than masato unless his schedule forced him to. but an special occasion like this one was probably the main reason why he would do so. carefully moving from the bed, avoiding any possible noise or moving masato in the wrong way considering his light sleep, his own feet moved in direction to the kitchen decided to spend hours there if necessary. he made sure to take his time, closely selecting his ingredients and trying to convey his own emotions on his cooking-- or rather baking.

      a smile slipping here and there, his hands graciously moving as he prepared his mix with all the care in the world. head filled with blissful thoughts and beloved memories, taking his time to also appreciate all the moments together that they have spent up until now. it was great to wake up every morning and see him at the other side of the bed. because it always him and only him, the main reason why jinguji ren would wake up in the middle of the night to have everything perfectly calculated. he knew his schedule, he could read him like the palm of his hand. and as the time passed, he could smell the scent of the freshly baked melon pan. 

     knowing that it was almost time for him to wake up. ren finished with his preparations, clean the kitchen as fast as he could and placed a small candle on top of one of the buns. the plate beautifully decorated with syrup as he coordinated not to touch the bread as after all, he learnt the recipe just for this day. and taking his creation in his hands, he directed himself towards the roo getting closer to the pianist. “i have a special surprise for you this year.” he mumbled before leaning in, bringing the freshly baked melon pan as masato’s own personalized breakfast and placing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

          “i-i’m so sorry, hijirikawa-san!!” the apologetic composer bowed deeply. if only she had been paying more attention to her surroundings, masato’s melonpan wouldn’t be now laying sadly on the floor. really, why did she have to be so clumsy?  she had to make up for it now, somehow. unfortunately, there was no time to bake some more for him. besides, she had a feeling that would be too much... there was only one option left. guilty for causing the accident, haruka raised her gaze to meet his. “... please, let me buy you another one!” 

          That’s-!! That’s an idol! A very good looking, attractive idol! Alright Mai, keep calm. You knew there would be an idol involved in this project. There’s no need to panic, I mean... It’s not like I wasn’t used to being surrounded by ikemen for awhile there. It’s just... Been awhile. Yeah, I’ve got this! What’s the worst that can happen? He looks too polite to hit on me all the time like-

          “How do you feel about traditional clothing?”

      物語 ┆        ❝Happy birthday onii-chama!!!❞ Mai exclaimed the instant she saw him. Unable to keep still she ran up to him with a gift in her hand. The moment she was in front of him Mai stopped and held out the present for him to take. ❝I hope you like it!❞ 

        from the very start there was no wrinkle, and just by seeing masato’s face he could tell that so much was going through his head. he was probably panicking, looking serious in the outside but forcing himself not to frown as it would make the ‘wrinkle’ worse. it was hilarious at most, and he was holding back the chuckle that threatened to come out. but it didn’t take him too long to realize he didn’t want to take the joke that far, however he did decide to continue with his teasing. “so, so... big. oh masa, that wrinkle over there.” he paused dramatically, making a sad face on purpose as if he was trying to show pity.