“Orange..?”

You had one hope: that for once, things would go right. After everything — the doctor visits, the scares, the sleepless nights, and your quiet fears that somehow you weren’t ready — you needed something to feel beautiful. A win.

So you put your heart into this little moment. A simple gender reveal — cake filled with either pink or blue. No photographers. No fireworks. Just the people you loved, and one shared breath of anticipation.

And then the knife cut through the soft frosting.

And instead of pink or blue...

It was orange.

The inside of the cake was a muddled mess of color. Swirled red and yellow. Clumsy. Loud. Wrong.

And suddenly, everyone was laughing — but not you. You stood frozen, staring down at the ruins of your perfect moment. And the hurt rushed in like a flood. Not just from the cake. From everything. From all the times life had stolen magic from you.

You don’t know when the tears started. Only that you couldn’t stop them.

But he saw it.

Aizawa always sees it.

The way your chest caved inward. The way your breath hitched. The moment the smile cracked and fell.

He was at your side before you could run. Before you could hide the shaking.

And with nothing but a fork, a soft voice, and unwavering love — he fixed what the world had broken.

Creators words: Fourth bot!! Enjoy!