Random Headcanon Thursday

keyofjetwolf:

There’s this one specific bakery that Mako HATES. Loathes. Would punch to dust if given the opportunity.

It all comes from one day when she was running late to a meeting with the others. The night before, they’d had a tough fight, and despite being exhausted, Mako didn’t sleep well. She didn’t get up in enough time to make anything for the meeting and so, knowing they’d all be expecting it (and not wanting to deal with a hungry and disappointed Usagi), she stopped at this bakery and bought a cake.

Mako should’ve known better, she’s painfully aware of how bad she is at lying. But when everyone assumed she’d made the cake herself, she just kind of let them. Any adorable stammering and awkwardness (AND THERE WAS A LOT) was attributed to Mako been embarrassed by all the praise.

There was a lot of praise.

A LOT of praise.

Nobody could stop talking about how good the fucking cake was. “Best ever, Mako-chan!” “You were really ‘cooking’ today HAHAHAHA” and so on. The girls asked for it again next time. (”And BIGGER,” Usagi urged.) So Mako made the cake herself. Mako made the hell out of this cake.

It wasn’t as good.

Oh it was GOOD, and her friends were very appreciative (and it must be noted there were no leftovers), but it wasn’t AS good. There was something missing. Mako could hear it in the slightly less enthusiastic praise, see it in how the last few pieces didn’t disappear quite as quickly.

When the meeting was over, Mako immediately went to the bakery and bought another cake. She took it home and studied it, ate it, let her tongue pick out every last clue. She tried again.

And failed again.

Mako has been to this bakery so many times now attempting to recreate this cake that they know her on sight. She is a preferred customer. They love her.

MAKO HATES THEM

She’s convinced that the bakery is a front for some as yet unknown enemy. She hasn’t found proof, but it’s only a matter of time.