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Happy Birthday || @karxsu
A small bundle of carefully wrapped gifts tucked in the crook of one arm, while his other free hand held balanced a huge and ornately decorated box containing the gooiest, most appetising looking chocolate cake he could find–Makoto was forced to use his foot in order to knock at the door of the other male’s apartment.
Patiently, he waits until the tap of scurrying footsteps increase in volume and finally stop, before inhaling a deep breath and, once the door open, thrusts the cake box forward exclaiming a very loud–
“Happy Birthday Yata kun!”
Another birthday in the Hive.
When he had woken that morning, Yata could only frown and glare up at his ceiling, already anticipating getting nothing out of the big day. How could he, when he was here and not home? The ginger didn’t know, didn’t much care, and was fully expecting to go about the hours as usual. Get ready, run errands, keep himself occupied with things that didn’t involve thinking about his birthday--
The knock came as a surprise, then, interrupting his dismal schedule. Squinting at nothing in particular, he tried to account for who it could be, and by the time he was opening the door, he’d reached his answer.
Eyes widened immediately, mouth falling open in shock at the bright greeting, both in words and in gifts. He did something for me? was his bewildered thought, dazed as he struggled to blink dumbly and find the words to reply. The response came delayed by some thirty seconds: a wide, shaky smile splitting across his face.
“Makoto, you-- holy shit, I-- p-please, um, come in...! T...Thank you--”