the morning seemed to flow just like water.
you were getting ready to have brunch with friends, leisurely doing your skincare and makeup before starting on your hair. picking your outfit took almost no time as you had an idea of your options from looking through your closet the night before.
a light colored sundress with small embroidered flowers was what you ended up choosing. not something you wore often but you thought you'd try to look good for your friends at the very least.
"you sure you don't want me to drive you?" a sleepy voice mumbles.
you're busy rifling through the jewelry box atop your vanity, but you look over your shoulder to respond.
isagi is sprawled across your mattress, buried under the blankets and looking quite cozy.
"no, baby, my ride's almost here. besides, you should rest before your afternoon plans, i remember how late you got in last night." you assure him.
you find the pieces you were searching for right before you phone vibrates in the pocket of your dress. your friend must be outside.
you move to stand in front of your boyfriend and lean down to kiss his forehead.
"happy birthday, baby. have a fun time with the guys, okay?"
isagi catches your wrist in his hand before you can stray too far. "happy birthday, hope you have the best brunch." he replies, kissing the back of your hand softly.
"you're so pretty," he says as you reach the bedroom door, "my girl."
it takes everything you have in you to go to brunch.
the next time you see your boyfriend is in his parents dining room. both sides of your family had planned an elaborate joint birthday dinner, graciously hosted in the isagi household.
he's dressed sharply, a button down with the sleeves rolled up and slacks with his hair pushed up and away from his forehead, likely due to his mother's insistence.
you've done an outfit change as well, trading the sundress for a flowy blouse and your "good" jeans.
isagi has you in his arms as soon as you get close enough. "you look nice," you say, greeting him with a kiss.
"you can thank my mother," he replies, hands settling against your lower back.
dinner with your families is a lovely affair. the food is delicious and the conversation is lively. and even though you and yoichi had insisted on no cake, his father picked one up anyway. "it's nice to have cake on someone else's birthday!" your nieces and nephews faces are of course covered in frosting moments after the group sings happy birthday.
it's dark out by the time you and isagi stumble into your shared home.
"i can get everything set up in the living room, could you just grab me a change of clothes please?"
soon, you're seated on your living room floor squished against your boyfriend. a small red velvet cake sits in front of you with two candles, as well as a bottle of champagne. the tv show the two of you were currently binging was playing across the screen.
"i still think we should have got a different cake flavor."
you gasp in offense, "yoichi this is my favorite cake flavor! we had yours last year."
he sighs before leaning over to light the two candles. "okay, you're up. make a wish, babe."
you think for a moment before closing your eyes and blowing one of the candles out. isagi follows suit before pulling the candles out.
you feed each other forkfuls of cake between laughter and sips of champagne.
later when the episode comes to an end and you're more curled into isagi's side than you were earlier you think about how grateful you are.
as if reading your thoughts isagi says; "i love sharing a birthday with you."
you lock eyes with him and feel as if you're about to start sobbing, "i love sharing a birthday with you too, baby."
the rest of the night is spent sharing kisses and quiet comfort, in you and isagi's little corner of the world.
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