Supa Strikas One-shots ⚡❤️

Cake Catastrophe

Here is some Shakes x Skarra 🥰🥰

Word count: 1395 words

It was a rare, sunny afternoon in Johannesburg, the perfect day for a break from soccer training. Shakes had invited Skarra over, a fact that would likely baffle most of their teammates. Shakes and Skarra? Together? On good terms? In public, the rivalry between the two Supa Strikas' star striker and Invincible United’s cunning forward was infamous. But behind the scenes, away from the stadium lights and the roar of fans, something much softer had bloomed between them—something neither of their teammates or coaches knew about.

It had all started with a ridiculous bet about who could make the best pizza (spoiler: neither could), and now here they were, standing in Shakes’ cozy kitchen, about to attempt baking a cake.

Skarra leaned against the counter, arms crossed and smirking as Shakes clumsily measured out flour, his tongue sticking out in concentration. “You sure you want to be in charge of this?” Skarra teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Last time you set off the smoke alarm just making toast."

Shakes narrowed his eyes at him, but there was no real heat behind it. “That was one time! Besides, this is going to be easy. It’s just cake. How hard can it be?”

Skarra raised an eyebrow. “Famous last words. Should I start looking for a fire extinguisher now or later?”

Shakes tossed a handful of flour in his direction, missing by a wide margin but causing a plume of white powder to explode across the kitchen. “You’re no help!”

Skarra laughed, shaking his head as he straightened up. “Alright, alright. Let’s see if I can save your poor kitchen from utter destruction.” He walked over and grabbed the eggs from the counter, cracking one with a single practiced motion. “Maybe you should stick to soccer. Leave the kitchen stuff to the professionals.”

Shakes scoffed, though his eyes followed the way Skarra easily whipped the eggs into a frothy mix. “Professionals? Last I checked, you didn’t even know how to make cereal without burning it.”

“Cereal doesn’t get burnt!” Skarra retorted, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “But maybe I’m a master of cakes. You wouldn’t know, would you?”

Shakes rolled his eyes but couldn't help grinning. The banter between them had always been sharp, full of mock rivalry even before their relationship began. Now, it felt like part of the fabric that tied them together. Somehow, despite how their competitive natures clashed on the field, in moments like this, it just... worked.

“You might want to focus,” Skarra said, smirking as he leaned in closer. “Otherwise, you’re going to dump the sugar into the flour.”

Shakes blinked and realized he had been about to do exactly that. “Oh, come on!” He groaned, setting down the measuring cup. “This is harder than I thought.”

Skarra chuckled. “You can’t be good at everything, Shakes. I guess that’s where I come in.”

“Oh please, you think you’re better than me just because you can crack an egg?”

“Better than you in a lot of ways,” Skarra said, his voice low and teasing as he sidled closer to Shakes, eyes glinting mischievously. He was almost too close now, their shoulders brushing as Skarra glanced down at the ingredients.

Shakes felt a flush rise in his cheeks. He could win the Super League Final, take on Iron Tank’s toughest defenders without flinching, but Skarra standing this close? His pulse quickened. “Y-yeah, well, we’ll see about that when this cake comes out perfect.”