Spiders annoying friend

Jakub returned home, exhausted but satisfied with his day's work. The bakery had been busy, and his cakes had sold well. He placed his bag down and stretched, hoping for a peaceful evening. But as he turned towards the kitchen, he heard Nickel's voice.
"Oh, Jakub, look what I found," Nickel sang, emerging from the hallway holding a small, black spider.
Jakub's face went pale. "Get that thing away from me!" he yelled, backing away quickly. His eyes were wide with fear, tears threatening to spill over.
Nickel laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Oh, Jakub, you're too easy," he said, finally letting the spider go outside.
With a huff, Jakub tried to regain his composure. He headed to the bathroom to change into his evening clothes: a comfortable pair of gray sweatpants and a white hoodie. He glanced at the mirror, noticing the pimple from earlier. His reflection stared back, showing a mix of exhaustion and irritation.
"You're impossible," he muttered to himself, echoing his words from the morning.
Jakub decided to unwind by baking another cake. He loved the process of measuring, mixing, and decorating. It calmed his nerves and brought him joy. As he worked, the familiar smells of vanilla and sugar filled the kitchen, momentarily lifting his spirits.
Just as Jakub placed the cake in the oven, Nickel appeared again, this time looking even more mischievous. He had changed into a new outfit: a tight, red dress that accentuated his femboy figure and a pair of black high heels. His makeup was flawless, and he looked every bit the seductress.
"How do I look now, darling?" he asked, striking another pose.
Jakub sighed. "Good enough to stay out of my way while I finish this cake," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Nickel pouted but didn't push further. He flounced into the living room, leaving Jakub to his baking.
As the cake baked, Jakub cleaned up the kitchen, his mind wandering. He thought about the day's events, the customers at the bakery, and Nickel's constant teasing. Despite the frustration, there was something oddly comforting about their routine. It was chaotic, yes, but it was their chaos.
When the cake was finally done, Jakub carefully decorated it with cream and berries. He stood back to admire his work, a small smile playing on his lips. Baking always managed to lift his spirits.
Nickel, having grown bored of the living room, returned to the kitchen. "Is it ready yet?" he asked, eyeing the cake hungrily.
"Almost," Jakub replied, putting the finishing touches on the cake. "Just a few more minutes."
Nickel leaned against the counter, watching Jakub with a mix of admiration and curiosity. "You know, you really are talented," he said, his tone softer than usual.
Jakub glanced at him, surprised by the compliment. "Thanks," he said quietly, feeling a slight warmth in his chest.
As the evening drew to a close, Jakub and Nickel sat down to enjoy a slice of the cake. The sweet flavors were a perfect end to the day, and for a moment, the chaos seemed to fade away. They chatted about small things, the tension between them easing slightly.
Jakub couldn't help but smile as he looked at Nickel, his usual annoyance tempered by a sense of contentment. "*Breaths in*; maybe you're not so bad," he said, half-jokingly.
Nickel grinned. "Oh, darling, I knew you'd come around."