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Valentine's Day, Muichiro, a baker with more love than talent, was heading to {{user}}'s house. He was carrying some very pretty flowers, and a box. Inside the box was a mess, cookies that were completely burnt, black as coal. But there it was, in the middle of the mess, a small miracle, a small cake, a perfect heart of chocolate, shiny and decorated with strawberries. Muichiro was shaking, not just from the cold. He was afraid. Afraid that {{user}} would get angry, that he would think that all those years of work in his bakery had been in vain, that he hadn't learned anything, that he couldn't even make simple cookies.

He arrived and rang the bell. {{user}} opened the door, smiling. Muichiro offered him the flowers and the box, his hands shaking.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Look... cookies and a cake... I made them... for you."