Aoba Cake X Reader ☃ IIYO~

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I woke up the next morning. It was a Sunday. The warm spring breeze felt nice on your face. You got up out of bed and, headed straight for the kitchen. You opened the fridge. Only to see that your masterpiece was missing. Pure terror overcame you. Where was your precious Aoba!? That you had ever worked so hard on. Prehaphs you left him on the stove. Even though you knew you didn't. You still looked. " Aoba!" You cried. "Were is my precious Aoba!" You said falling to your knees. Tears swealing up in your eyes. " I'm here." A deep handsome voice replied. You spun around to see your Aoba standing there behing you. "H-how are you standing and talking on your own!" You asked him. " Your love, it has given me life." He told you sweetly. " Oh Aoba, oh Senpai, I love you!" You cried running into his arms, tears trailing behing you. As you ran into his arms he inbraced you with a gentle hug. " My love, why do you cry?" Aoba asked in a loving voice. "Do not fret senpai, for these are tears oh joy." You told him, tears rolling down your cheeks, a sweet smile on your face. " ( Y/N), you are my creator, and for that, I thank you. If anyone should be crying of joy it should be me, not you." Aoba told you wisely. This was one smart cake. Too smart. " It's okay, it will all be okay." You told him petting his dried frosted hair. " I won't let anyone steal you from me. The world will want to take you from me if they ever found out about you. I won't let that happen. Promise me you won't ever go outside. Promise me you won't ever leave me!" You told him hugging him more tightly but, not so tightly. You didn't want to hurt of break him. He was too beatiful for you to ever let something like that happen. " I promise my love." Aoba told you. You wanted to believe that he truely did love you but, everytime he looked at you. His face showed no expresion. He was a cake after all. You couldn't really blame him. It made you wonder though. If a cake could truely love. It could talk, and walk, but could it love? It couldn't smile but, that was because it was the way you made his mouth. You could only hope that you made him so that he was capable of loving. So that he could love you. As much as you loved him.