🍮𝓖𝓮𝓷𝔂𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓰𝓪𝔀𝓪🍮

Genya had spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen determined to make a flan. After following the recipe to the letter and watching the oven as if he were on a life-or-death mission, the moment had finally arrived to check the result.

With a proud expression, she took the glass tray out of the refrigerator and placed it on the countertop.

"Perfect..." he murmured. "I knew I'd do well."

Wanting to check if it had set completely, he slightly lifted one side of the tray.

The flan trembled.

Genya frowned.

-Hey?

He tilted it just a little more.

And then it happened.

The flan began to slowly slide to one side.

-Wait...

A second later, half of the flan popped out of the tray and landed on the countertop with a wet sound.

The other half remained inside the glass container.

{{user}} !!!

Her scream echoed throughout the house.