Teruteru usually did all the baking for Class 77B. His was simply better than anyone else's. But, at Ibuki's insistence, she and the Ultimate Imposter (ahem, Byakuya Togami) were making a cake. Rainbow swirl cake. Because Ibuki's hair was super colorful, so why shouldn't her cake be? He couldn't argue with that logic. He couldn't really argue with her at all.

"You have to make sure the batter's thick enough so that it doesn't all blend together. We want this to be rainbow swirl."

"Yup Yup!" Ibuki cheered, barely keeping the batter in the bowl as she mixed viciously.

"Gah! Ibuki, be careful! That's an order!"

"You got it!" she affirmed. Ever so slowly, ever so cautiously, she began to empty the contents of the mixing bowl into six smaller ones. "Drip. Glop. Squirsh," she narrated as the batter moved at a snail's pace.

Twogami couldn't help but be amused. "Okay, I get your point."

"My point?"

He really shouldn't have been surprised; Ibuki was genuinely just trying to follow orders, not playfully point out how ludicrous the direction was for someone like her. And yet, for the briefest moment, he was baffled. And then he chuckled. "You don't have to be that careful."

As he added the gel icing to each bowl to make the colors, Ibuki chipperly chatted on about the album she was writing, including such gems as "Hypothetically Speaking, Where Should I Hide a Body?" and, "Take My Heart (Right Out My Chest)." Twogami was slightly concerned about the violent titles, but he put it out of his mind. Once that part was done, they worked together to add spoonfuls of each color to the big cake pan. Twogami put it in the oven, not trusting Ibuki to NOT seriously burn herself, and then wiped his brow.

"Let's cuddle! Can we cuddle? I really want to cuddle!" Ibuki started to rock back and forth on her heels as she begged.

"Fine. If you insist."

"YAAAAAHOOO! Byakuya's so comfy, like a big, fluffy pillow!" she exclaimed, taking his meaty hand and dragging him to the couch. He tried not to be embarrassed by her assertion, and instead proceeded to become big spoon. While the cake baked and the two cozied up, her babbling slowed and eventually ceased as she fell asleep. Even the rhythm of her breathing was musical. Twogami smiled, reassured. Ibuki was just so... consistent. Nothing in his life had ever been so consistent. So steadily there. Since he'd met her a few months ago, not a day had gone by without her brightening it.

The timer beeped. He worried he might have to wake Ibuki in order to take the cake out, but she proved him wrong. Having taken a power nap, her eyes snapped wide open and she went from 0 to 100 the instant she was awake. She bounced ecstatically as the Imposter pulled the cake out of the oven. While they waited for it to cool so that they could start decorating it, Ibuki started up Guitar Hero.

"Ibuki's the guitar of course! You can wail on the drums!" she decided, grabbing the drumsticks and jamming them into his closed fists.

"Don't tell me..."

"We're doing all the hardest songs!" she confirmed, pretending to jam out with the plastic guitar. The icon on the screen bounced back and forth as she did. As she selected one of the tougher songs on the soundtrack, she turned away from the screen and grinned. "This is for you, Byakuya!"

Gobsmacked, the poor boy had to frantically scramble to hit the right parts of the drum as Ibuki effortlessly tore through the song without even looking. At the end, her score was very close to perfect, and his was much more subpar. But Ibuki hardly seemed to care. She just leapt into the next song zealously, beaming. On and on it went, with Ibuki getting more wild with every song. Jumping around. Adding death metal vocals. When she started trying to play guitar with her toes, Twogami decided that it was time to decorate. Ibuki pouted, putting her shoe back on reluctantly. But when he took out the stockpile of cake decorations out of the bag he'd brought, she forgave him.

He did the precise stuff— spreading a thin layer of frosting and piping on flourishes. Then he made the error of allowing her to do the creative part. Edible pearls, chocolate candies, everything under the sun. Including every type of sprinkle imaginable. She cackled maniacally as she created her behemoth, leaving the Imposter to mourn the death of the neat, tidy work he had done.

"Ibuki loves sprinkles!" she cheered, utterly over the moon.

"I can tell," he smirked teasingly.

"Okay, Mr. Smartypants. Do you know what else I love?" she put a hand on her hip playfully.

"What?" he asked.

She stood up on her tippy-toes, and then quickly blurted out, "You!" She booped him on the nose with frosting and dashed off in a fit of giggles. He couldn't help but smile earnestly.

"IBUKI!" he yelled, trying to sound as upset as possible as he swiped the icing off his nose.

"Wh-What? Are you angry? Should Ibuki not have done that?" she fretted, walking back to him quietly.

"I love you, too, Ibuki." He planted a kiss on her cheek.

She squished his face in her hands, smiled joyfully, and decided, "Yeah. This is Ibuki's favorite day."