So I decided to combine the one shot specials with the main story.

Ryoma glared at the bowl in front of her.

Today was Friday the thirteenth, the day before Valentines day.

She had decided that it would be nice if she 'got in touch with the girl in her' and bake her boyfriend, Tezuka, a cake.

Currently, she was in her kitchen wearing a pink apron, her mother's really festive, and some hairclips in her hair to keep the emerald tinted locks away from her eyes. She put on a brave face and read the cookbook carefully.

She read the materials she needed and did a quick checklist.

Eggs: check

Flour: check

Sugar: check

Frosting: check

Strawberries and Apples: check and check

Everything else I'm too lazy to say: BIG check plus

Ryoma crack the eggs and mixed them with the electric mixer with the flour. Something wet collided with her face.

'Maybe I should slow the speed down.'

Very wise choice you made, Ryoma.

--

Rinko was walking on Cloud 9 when she heard the mixer buzzing away from the kitchen. Her daughter was finally acting like a girl! She looked into the kitchen and gaped at the mess.

There was egg everywhere, flour was everywhere, everything that should be in a cake was EVERYWHERE!

She dared to enter and enter she did.

Ryoma was sitting on the floor in front of the oven.

"Ryoma, what happened?"

Ryoma turned to her with the biggest smile ever on her face.

"I'm baking a cake!" She chirped just before the buzzer on the timer sounded off. Ryoma jumped up to grab her oven mitts and opened the oven door.

Rinko wasn't too sure about how that cake would look. To be honest… she was expected some hard, black and burnt, block in her good bake ware.

So imagine her surprise when Ryoma pulled out four trays of a delicious looking substance that was pink and look perfectly moist.

"I had a lot of batter left over so I made two cakes."

"But that's four trays."

"They're layered."

Rinko nodded and went over to her daughter to smell the sweet desserts. Absolutely mouth watering.

Ryoma took a fan and blew it over the cakes. Rinko raised an eyebrow.

"To get it to cool faster."

Rinko nodded and looked at the frostings Ryoma had bought. She silently wondered if Sakuno had baked a cake for Ryuu.

Her son and his girlfriend were out on a date. They were never home anymore.

Ryoma put one tray that had a cake on a cake dish and it slid out flawlessly. She had a bowl of diced strawberries and some type of cream mixed together and she used it to cover the top of the bottom piece. She added the other cake on top and frosted it with white frosting.

She repeated the process with the other cakes but frosted it in pink.

The white cake was considerably smaller than the pink cake. The white cake was the one she was giving to Tezuka. It looked to be enough for two people. The pink cake was obviously for the other Echizens.

"DONE!" Ryoma shouted as she looked at her work. The white cake had puffs of whipped cream along the edges and in each puff was a whole strawberry. In between the strawberries were heart shaped apples.

"Ryoma," Rinko called her daughter. "You've never baked a cake before."

"I know."

"Is it safe to eat?"

"I tasted it. It was good, have a slice!" Rinko took a knife and cut a slice from the pink cake and took a bite.

"I had to bake five cakes before I finally got the taste right! This is only your first try and it excellent!"

Ryoma smirked.

"Mada Mada Dane; I'm a prodigy."

--

Ryoma had taken a shower and got dressed, ready to give Tezuka her cake. She had called him and told him that she was coming over and there she was.

Tezuka answered the door after Ryoma knocked.

Let's get this straight: Tezuka expected to find his girlfriend on the other side of the door, he expected that she was going to give him or do something for this special day. He did NOT expect to have a giant white box shoved in his face.

"Happy Valentines Day!"

Tezuka smiled and took the box in hands and moved it so that he could see Ryoma's face. She was wearing her trademark white hat with her red and white polo and red shorts. Bu she was beaming.

"Hurry up and let me in! I'm hungry!" She was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Tezuka moved aside and let her in. She ran into the kitchen. Tezuka followed in a calmer manner while wondering what was in the box.

When he got in the kitchen Ryoma snatched the box away.

"I spent hours baking this and cut myself so many times that the cake turned pink!"

Tezuka choked on air at that statement. "W-WHAT!?"

Ryoma laughed before smirking, "Mada Mada Dane. I was joking!"

She lifted that cake out and put in on plate. Tezuka eyed the delicate looking white cake. He saw Ryoma cut two slices and placed them on two saucers which magically appeared out of no where.

"Here, it's my new Super Deluxe Hyper Yummy Delicious Strawberry and Heart Apple Valentines Ryoma Cake!" Ryoma smiled before shoving it into Tezuka's face.

"When you make it sound like Inui's juice, I don't want it."

"It's mine though." Ryoma pouted.

Tezuka smiled before taking the cake.

--

Ryoma and Tezuka were on his couch when his parents returned home from their Special Day Out.

"Again?" Kuniharu half-whined half-complained.

Ayana smiled at the scene. Until she noticed that they seemed in pain.

Tezuka was lying on his back with his arms crossed over his stomach as his face wore a grimace. Ryoma was curled into a ball on top of Tezuka's legs.

"Wah, Mitsu, why'd you let me eat all that cake?"

"You? No way, you kept shoving the cake in my face."

Their voices were weak and quiet.

Kuniharu and Ayana decided that maybe they should go watch another movie at the theater.

--

That.

Was.

Thee.

Most.

Horrible.

Valentines Day.

Ever.

PERIOD!

"Mommy…" Ryoma talked over Tezuka's phone.

"Yeah I am over here, uh, I can't get home right now…"

"Wah, my tummy hurts! We ate too much cake."

"Okay…thanks."

Ryoma hung the phone up and flipped onto her stomach. She was in Tezuka's room on his bed next to him. He was snoring softly, his head buried in his pillow.

They had decided to go up to his room as his bed was more comfy than his couch and maybe-just maybe- their stomach aches would dissipate.

She cuddled up to him and fell asleep.

Maybe this Valentines Day wasn't the worst after all.