IT was a very special day today: Camus’ birthday. This day only came once a year and because of that it was marked specifically on a certain blonde idol’s calendar so she wouldn’t forget. As the days had gotten closer and closer to this date, Natsuki had put her heart and soul into what she would find the perfect present.
First, she baked a three tier cake immaculately decorated with little isomalt snowflakes all over. Next she baked a dozen snowflake-shaped cookies all decorated with white and light-blue icing. Finally, she spent the past three weeks knitting a scarf for those cold days. Since this was such a special occasion, Natsuki had followed instructions--recipes for the sweets and a guide for the scarf--to ensure her gifts would turn out good enough for the man whose special day it was.
Now all she needed was the man of the hour. Natsuki had sent Camus a message to meet her at her room as it would be difficult to transport all of her gifts in one go to his residence. Thus, she waited for him, dressed up to the nines in a yellow gown--only the best for her beloved--standing by the door.
Once there was a knock, Natsuki opened it with a big smile on her face. She greeted the man with an embrace and a kiss on the cheek before pulling him into the room to present him with the gifts she had laid out on the table. With an excitable squeal, she clapped.
“Happy birthday, Camus!”