✦ “It’s Just Another Day… Right?”
Synopsis: Your partner stumble across a surprising truth: their beloved never celebrated their birthday. No cakes. No parties. No gifts. It was always just “another day.” But not this year,not when they're here to make it special. Even if it takes a bit of coaxing, teasing, or gentle love, they’ll make sure this birthday is one to remember.
Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar,Idia Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts,Lilia Vanrouge,Silver
I meant to post this on my birthday (28/06), but between being busy and forgetting a few times, it slipped my mind,so here it is, one day late🥳
Vil Schoenheit
“It’s Not Just Another Day”
Birthdays never meant much to you. They came and went like passing clouds, barely different from any other day. Maybe once, a long time ago, you wished they were special. But time has a way of teaching people not to expect things. Eventually, you stopped looking forward to anything at all.
So you treated today just like any other. Casual, quiet. No mention of anything. You were sitting with Vil in the courtyard, sunlight soft against your skin, flipping through a book while he carefully applied lip balm, prepping for his afternoon shoot.
That’s when the words slipped out of you.
“Oh. Right. Today’s my birthday.”
It was like tossing a rock into still water. The silence that followed was heavier than it should’ve been.
Vil froze. He slowly turned to look at you.
“…Pardon?”
You blinked, looking up. “I said it’s my birthday. Today.”
Vil’s expression didn’t shift immediately. But you saw it. The slight narrowing of his eyes. The tension in his jaw. He was processing not the fact that it was your birthday, but how you’d said it. Offhand. Emotionless. Like it meant nothing.
He closed his lip balm with a click. “And you weren’t going to say anything?”
You gave a light shrug, trying to play it off. “There’s nothing to say. I don’t really do birthdays. Haven’t since I was a kid.”
Vil was quiet for a moment longer.
Then: “I see.”
You expected him to press, but he didn’t. Instead, he let the subject drop for now. But the way he gently reached for your hand and squeezed it once told you everything: he wasn’t letting this go.
Later that evening, after your classes, he found you again.
There was no elaborate setup. Just Vil, dressed more casually and something unreadable in his expression.
“Come with me,” he said.
You hesitated. “What for?”
“Something overdue.”
He brought you to a quiet lounge in Pomefiore, one the others rarely used. On a small table was a plate of your favorite dessert and a teapot already steeping something floral and warm. Two glasses. One candle.
“I didn’t have time for anything extravagant,” he said softly, “but I couldn’t let the day end without at least this.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.
“No. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter. Not with me. I don’t know who made you believe your birthday wasn’t worth celebrating, but they were wrong.”
You stared at the table, emotions welling up in your chest unexpectedly. “I just… I got used to pretending it was nothing. It hurt less.”
Vil moved closer, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Then let’s start rewriting that story. I can’t fix what came before, but I can promise you this,so long as you’re mine, you’ll never spend another birthday forgotten.”
Leona Kingscholar
“You Could’ve Said Something, Herbivore”
The sun was high over the Savannaclaw dorm, the heat dry and still. Most of the students had retreated indoors, but you were lying in the shade of a tree near the training yard, flipping through a book and sipping water like it was just another afternoon.
Leona was stretched out beside you, one arm thrown over his eyes, his breathing steady. He looked half-asleep,until he lazily cracked one eye open.
“You’re quiet today,” he muttered. “More than usual.”
You hummed, flipping a page. “Just thinking.”
A long silence passed. You weren’t expecting to say anything else, but the thought slipped out of you anyway. A whisper, almost offhand.
“…Today’s my birthday.”
Leona blinked.
He sat up,actually sat up, which was enough of a red flag that you glanced at him. “Come again?”
You shrugged. “It’s my birthday. I don’t really celebrate, so... I didn’t say anything.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, green gaze sharp. “You’re tellin’ me you’ve been walking around all day, actin’ like it’s just another day, and didn’t think to mention you were born today?”
“I’m not big on birthdays,” you replied, waving it off. “It’s just another day. I got used to that.”
Leona stared at you for a beat longer before flopping back down onto the grass. He muttered something under his breath,something that sounded suspiciously like a curse and threw his arm over his face again.
You thought he might let it go.a
You expected him to leave it at that. To mutter something sarcastic and change the subject. But he didn’t. Instead, he stayed beside you the rest of the afternoon, unusually still, only talking now and then. You’d almost forgotten about your birthday again,until later that night, when you returned to Ramshackle.
Your room light was on.
Inside, waiting on your desk, was a single neatly wrapped item: a small, golden box tied with green twine. A little note sat on top in Leona’s handwriting.
> “Didn’t have time to get something flashy.
But it’s better than nothing.Don’t act like it’s no big deal.
You’re not just anyone.
—L.”
You opened it slowly, heart thudding in your chest. Inside was a sand-polished pendant carved with your birthstone in the center, shaped like a rising sun.
You hadn’t realized how quiet the world had felt until now. How much you’d learned to mute your own importance. You stared at the note, fingers trembling.
There was a knock at the door.
“…You get it?” came Leona’s voice, soft and gruff from behind the wood.
You opened the door slowly, eyes still wide. “Leona, you didn’t have to—”
He looked at you. “Yeah. I did.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Just a rush of heat behind your eyes.
Leona sighed and tugged you into his arms like it was nothing. “Next year,” he muttered into your hair, “you’re getting cake. And don’t try that ‘it’s just another day’ crap. You matter to me. So your birthday does too.”
You stayed quiet, tucked against his chest, letting that truth settle into your bones.
For the first time, it didn’t feel like just another day.
Idia Shroud
“You Can’t Drop a Bomb Like That in Casual Conversation”
You hadn’t meant to bring it up. It just kind of… slipped out.
You were both sitting in his room, as usual,just the two of you, some game playing in the background, the only light coming from his computer monitors and the glowing strands of neon-blue hair that curled softly down his shoulders.
It had been a quiet day. Peaceful, even. You’d finished your classes early and spent most of the afternoon in Ignihyde, lounging with Idia while he half-rambled about patch notes and coding and you occasionally added commentary.
He was mid-sentence,something about how a dev nerfed his favorite spell for the third time, when you yawned and muttered offhandedly, “Huh. Weird that it’s already evening. Today passed fast. Guess birthdays are just like that.”
There was a pause.
Then a slow, robotic blink from the blue-haired shut-in sitting next to you.
“…Did you just say birthday?” he asked.
You glanced at him. “Yeah. Mine. It’s today.”
You said it like you were telling him it was cloudy outside.
Idia stared.
A long, horrible silence filled the room, like your words had just sent an error message to his brain.
“YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT’S NOTHING—”
You flinched as he launched into a flurry of typing. Windows opened and closed faster than your eyes could follow. You could see a gift website, a recipe page, and a link to a video titled “How to Celebrate a Birthday IRL (When You’re Socially Inept)”.
You blinked. “Idia—”
“You didn’t tell me it was today?! That’s, like—” He waved his arms. “Flag on the play! You need to give a guy a minimum 48-hour warning window for this kind of emotionally significant information!”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you replied, chuckling nervously.
“Not a big—” He stopped himself with a groan and dropped his forehead to his desk with a dramatic thud. “You can’t just stealth-drop your birthday on me like that. I’m not built for this kind of pressure.”
“…It’s really not a big deal,” you repeated. “I’ve never really celebrated it, so I’m kind of used to treating it like a normal day. Honestly, I forget it sometimes too.”
Idia turned to look at you, eyes wide behind the glare of his screen. His usual anxiety was still there, but it was muffled now by something quieter,sadness, maybe. Concern.
“You’ve never celebrated it?” he asked, quieter.
You shook your head. “I just… never did. And after a while, I figured it didn’t matter. It’s just another date.”
“That’s…” He trailed off, then frowned. “No. That’s super tragic anime protagonist behavior.”
You laughed a little at that. “Well. You are dating me.”
He didn’t laugh. Not really. His eyes softened, though. The glow of his hair dimmed a little, like the light was leaning toward you.
“…You matter, you know,” he murmured. “Your birthday matters. I-I mean, it’s the day you showed up in the world, and that’s, like… a big deal to me. If I’d known sooner, I would’ve—” He made a vague gesture toward the half-decorated cake recipe on screen. “Well. I would’ve panicked sooner.”
You nudged him gently. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“But I want to,” he said, surprisingly firm. “Just… gimme one hour. I’ll put something together. Just… sit here and look cute or whatever.”
You raised a brow. “Are you going to glitch if I try to help?”
“Absolutely.”
You chuckled again, and this time, he cracked a small smile in return,soft, shy, real.
By the end of the hour, he had thrown together a scuffed but sincere digital birthday party in one of his favorite games, complete with your favorite virtual snacks, background music, and an awkward in-game hug.
It was glitchy, silly, chaotic.
And it was perfect.
You didn’t need anything more than that.
Especially not from him.
Riddle Rosehearts
“You Should Have Told Me”
Riddle never misses a rule. But the most important one? He learns it from you.
Riddle had asked you to meet him in the rose garden during your free period, like he often did when he wanted a little quiet time away from the rest of Heartslabyul. The two of you would sit beneath the trimmed arches of rosebushes, reading together or just letting the wind pass gently between your shoulders.
He’d brought tea this time. Your favorite kind, with delicate biscuits shaped like hearts.
You held one in your hand, staring at it like it was a rare artifact.
“You’re in a thoughtful mood today.” Riddle said, pouring himself a second cup. “Did something happen?”
You blinked, then shrugged. “No, not really. It’s just… my birthday.”
Riddle’s hand froze.
The spoon in his saucer gave a sharp clink as it settled.
“…Your birthday?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He looked at you with a frown,soft, confused but unmistakably troubled. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”
You set the biscuit down. “I never really celebrate it. I got used to it not being a big deal.”
“That’s not—” He paused, lips pressing into a tight line as he clearly tried to regulate his tone. “That’s not right.”
You gave him a smile, small and unbothered. “It’s okay, Riddle. I’m not sad about it. It’s just a normal day.”
“But it’s not,” he insisted, setting his teacup down more harshly than he meant to. “It’s the day you were born. The world has you in it because of this day. How could that possibly be ‘normal’?”
His voice cracked a little at the end, and you blinked, startled.
“…Riddle?”
He looked away for a moment, visibly composing himself. “I know what it’s like to have parts of your life controlled. To have things feel routine, even when they should be special. But this your birthday,it’s not something that should go unacknowledged.”
“I’m not upset about it,” you said gently. “I just never had a reason to think it was important.”
“You do now,” he said, eyes flicking back to yours. “You have me now.”
He stood up abruptly, brushing imaginary dust from his uniform. “We’re going back to Heartslabyul.”
“Wait—”
“You didn’t tell me, so I didn’t have time to plan,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, “but I refuse to let this pass like it means nothing.”
You laughed under your breath. “It really doesn’t have to be a big thing.”
“It will be,” he said, and for once, it wasn’t a rulebook talking. It was his heart.
Riddle didn’t throw a party. Not a loud one, at least. What he did was decorate the common room with floating red-and-white roses, bake you a fresh strawberry tart himself, and gather a few close friends (with Grim loudly demanding a second slice).
When you walked in, he held your hand a little tighter than usual and whispered:
“Next year, tell me ahead of time.”
You smiled.
“Only if you promise to overreact like this again.”
He gave you that half-exasperated look you loved so much… but didn’t let go of your hand.
Lilia Vanrouge !
"You deserve to be celebrated"
The sun had barely risen over Diasomnia when you padded into the common room with half-tied laces and a yawn halfway through your sentence.
Lilia, already bright-eyed and drinking what he claimed was a “bitter blend from the Dragon Isles,” waved at you from the couch with a mischievous smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
“Mhm… Morning.” You slumped beside him, curling up in the folds of your hoodie.
“Did you dream of me?” he teased, tapping your nose.
“Not this time.” You smirked. “Dreamt I overslept and missed potionology again.”
“Well, let’s hope it’s not prophetic,” he chuckled, setting down his mug. “Any reason you’re dragging your feet more than usual this morning?”
You hummed, shrugging. “No big deal. Just my birthday.”
Lilia blinked once.
Then again.
“…Your what?”
“My birthday. You know, the thing people make cake for and all that.” You waved it off like it was nothing. “Never really celebrated it. Got used to it not mattering.”
For a long moment, Lilia just stared at you. And then, slowly, his smile faded into something quieter. Something solemn.
“You never celebrated it?” he asked, voice softer than usual.
You rubbed your neck, trying to play it casual. “It’s not a sad thing. Some people just don’t do birthdays. I guess I’m one of them.”
Lilia turned toward you, one knee pulled up to face you fully. “My dear,” he murmured, “you do realize what a birthday is, don’t you?”
You quirked an eyebrow.
“It’s not just cake and singing off-key. It’s a reminder—no, a celebration—that the world was graced with you. That no matter what happened before, something beautiful entered the timeline the day you were born.”
You laughed, a little awkward. “You’re being poetic again.”
“I always get poetic when I’m upset.” He reached out to cradle your cheek with one gloved hand. “You deserve to be celebrated. Not just today, but especially today.”
“I don’t need anything,” you whispered. “I’m okay. I’m happy with you.”
“That may be so,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheekbone, “but allow an old man his selfish wish. Let me dote on you.”
Before you could argue, Lilia had already sent a flurry of bat-shaped messages out across the dorm. You heard Sebek yelling somewhere in the distance. Silver blinked awake, confused. Malleus… well, you were sure he would find out soon.
But Lilia didn’t let you move.
He pulled you gently into his arms, holding you close as the morning sun slowly painted the sky beyond the window.
“You may not think your birthday matters,” he said into your hair, “but I’ve lived long enough to know the value of a single person. And you, little spark, are priceless.”
You closed your eyes.
And for the first time, maybe… it did feel special.
Silver
"Today is the day where our fate was linked."
Silver was already awake when you returned from your early morning walk. You hadn’t expected to find him on the bench in the Diasomnia courtyard, but there he was,eyes closed, hands folded on his lap, the first gold of the rising sun catching the edge of his silver hair.
He looked so peaceful you almost turned around to leave.
But he stirred before you could. “You’re back.”
You smiled softly. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep much last night.” He tilted his head, gaze fixed on you now. “I had a dream… It was about you.”
Your breath caught a little at the quiet sincerity of it. “Was it good?”
He nodded. “You were laughing.”
“…That’s rare.”
He didn’t press. He never did. Silver had always understood that silence was just as telling as words.
The two of you sat together in comfortable quiet for a while. The only sounds were birds chirping and the gentle rustle of wind through the trees.
Eventually, you pulled out your phone, scrolling casually. “Huh,” you mumbled without thinking. “Guess it’s my birthday today.”
Silver blinked. “What?”
You didn’t even glance up. “Yeah. Just realized. Forgot for a sec.”
There was a long pause.
“…You forgot your own birthday?”
“It's not really a big deal,” you shrugged. “I’ve never celebrated it, so I just got used to treating it like any other day.”
When you finally looked up, Silver was watching you with an unreadable expression,softbbut intense in that quiet way he had. Not angry. Not sad. But as if your words had touched something very deep inside him.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked gently. “Celebrating, I mean.”
You hesitated. “No. I just… I guess I never thought it mattered. I didn’t grow up with anyone who really made a big thing out of it. So I didn’t either.”
Silver looked down at his hands for a moment, then back at you.
“I don’t think I could ever forget your birthday,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Even if the rest of the world did.”
You blinked. “Silver…”
“It’s not about cake or gifts. It’s about knowing that this world was once without you… and now it isn’t. It’s the day you came into it. The day your path started. The day… my future was shaped, even if we didn’t know it yet.”
Your heart clenched, a little too full.
“I don’t need fanfare,” he continued. “But I do need you to know that you matter. Even if I have to remind you quietly, every year, in every way I can.”
You felt tears welling up in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away.
“…You wanna sit with me longer?” you asked after a moment, voice a little thick.
Silver nodded immediately. “Of course.”
So you did. Side by side, under the sky that had seen so many of his dreams and your forgetfulness.
And maybe, just maybe, this time, your birthday didn’t feel so ordinary after all.
English is not my first language !
