| Hitoshi was capable of things outside the Dojo. If he wasn't wearing an apron, he'd be covered all over by flour. He's been baking a cake for the sole purpose of a small party somewhere in the Eastern District, he wasn't late but he did keep on top of it so it was prepared to the best of his ability. The payoff of someone enjoying the food he makes was always worth the work he put into it. Once he finished mixing the butter and sugar, the man took a carton of eggs from his fridge, Cracking and adding them one at a time, taking extra care to avoid mixing in the eggshells in the yolk. Whisking the ingredients in between, Hitoshi made sure none of the batter mix was too rough or liquidated with his whisk. Baking to him was the cooking equivalent to practicing Hapkido, it took time, a lot of spins, and needed precision for such a simple task. Once the batter looked ready, Hitoshi poured the batter into three separate pans before placing each in the oven.
The man sighed as the first 8 steps were accomplished, gripping his currently disposable gloves and tossing them before reaching into his fridge for water. He opened the bottle and practically chugged the bottle before tossing the thing into a recycle can. The man took off the first apron, dusting it off before tossing it in his clothing hamper. Fetching a cleaner one for his next steps. Taking out his phone, he signed in to see what new content 'Princess Yoshi' has posted since last he checked. Finding a rather bouncy video, Hitoshi watched as he waited for the oven to finish backing. It was a nice break, something to help destress him before the harder part. The oven went off, prompting Hitoshi to take oven mitts to remove the pans out of the oven, allowing the cake layers to cool as he checked how baked they were with a toothpick, it was good results, not perfect but it made him happy how this was turning out. Setting them to cool, he resumed being on his phone to watch another video of Yoshi's. Hitoshi yawned, waiting was easily one of the hardest parts of backing. Though he had a sea of videos to watch as he waited.
An hour passed before he went back to close his phone's applications and set it to rest. Taking out pastry brushes, new gloves, and the clean apron, the man proceeded to assemble the cake. Each layer had a different frosting separation layer, velvet, strawberry, and vanilla on top. Following the same frosting system, Hitoshi smoother out each layer to avoid intermingling the types. Applying a deep red velvet frosting in the shape of roses before using pink strawberry on the middle and white vanilla on top. Like the base, he decorated each layer as the above, placing whip cream and red syrup on top before putting it in the fridge to cool even further. Moving this to the Eastern District is gonna be tough... I'm going to nap on it. With the final steps completed, Hitoshi did exactly what he thought.
Another hour of daylight eaten, an idea formed during his slumber. The man dressed casually to go outside, setting up a makeshift, easy to open box out of old boxed mail packages? Was it foolproof? No, would it get the job done? Hopefully. Placing the cake in, Hitoshi put on the weak attempt at a cover before leaving his apartment, locking the door. Hitoshi walked over to the elevator before pressing the down call button. Patiently, he waited for the trip down. When the machine arrived, he tried to hurriedly squeeze his way in before the doors fully opened. He hoped to get in quick enough to stop the doors and go to ground level in an expedited fashion, he forgot the elevator alignment wasn't perfect, tripping his foot on the small bump present, launching the pastry dish full force into the elevator. Shit.
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