Everyone has a hobby, something they can cling to and fantasize over for hours at a time. Something they can talk about with their lunch table for the whole period, and no one see will get a chance to say something because it's your day. Yes, so Zane wanted me to find a hobby that I could share with him. He said I could pick any activity, and he would be okay with it. I don't understand how that is so challenging, until I realized, my only hobbies are reading, academics, and hanging out with Zane or BF/N. And that's share my problem came in.

I was with Zane at the monastery, and it was oddly quiet. But when I asked Zane, he said that Cole was at the hospital with his girlfriend and the others were making round trip visits to her as well. That's another plus for dating a ninja, you get an all-clearance pass to become friends with the ninja, too.

Anyways, we basically did nothing all day until Zane decided that maybe our hobby could be baking. Zane said it more like this: "We could try baking, Y/N! We could use chocolate chips, and fudge! Oh, let us make a cake for Cole's girlfriend!"

He was so excited, so how could I not bake with him? Upsetting an ice ninja was not on my to-do list because I think it may have started snowing in summer if he got sad.

Everything was going fine until it got to taking the cake out. The easiest part, well, easiest part for Zane.

"Go ahead and take the cake out, I will only be a moment!" Zane called, his feet tapping the floor in the hallway as he headed to his bedroom. I shrugged and leaned over, pulling the over door down. The cake looked wonderful, it was a chocolate-fudge bundt cake with extra chocolate, because Cole's girlfriend liked chocolate, a lot.

Using the oven mitt on my leg hand, I tugged the metal compartment out, feeling it tight in my grasp. There must have been cooking spray on the side of the tin, however, because the over mitt slipped off and the cake was about to fall until I reached with my right hand and grabbed it, slamming the tin onto the counter. Hissing in pain, I looked down at my hand, seeing raw skin. I had burned myself.

I used my foot to shut the oven door, then hearing Zane enter the room. "Zane, I kind of burned myself," I admitted, holding out my throbbing hand. He gasped and rushed over, turning the faucet on and sticking my hand under it, then holding it there so I could yank it back no matter how much pain I was in. "Y/N, how did this happen? You had on a mitt," he demanded, scanning his eyes over my hand. "That tin is defected?" I offered, a sheepish smile on my lips and a chuckle leaving my mouth. Zane looked at me with a grin before tugging me away to wrap my hand. And that is how a simple day, turned into a hobby-destroyer.