happy birthday to sharkboy 02/02!! written specially for my love @guravaa <3
thinking about the night that you take rin matsuoka out for dinner on his birthday.
he insists on paying—even though its a birthday dinner, like, your treat—but ends up losing on the compromise that he buys desert and drinks. so the night is still young, and the city is bustling with energy.
"there's still, like," you're almost in a drunken haze, with the way you pause for a long moment. "half an hour until its the third. wanna fuck around till then, birthday boy?"
he lightly chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you cling to his waist.
"sure, i do. let's get something sweet," he tries to keep his eyes on the path ahead of him, since he's practically dragging you along with him. but for the moment that his eyes glance your way...
he's in that same, drunken haze.
he's always thought you were attractive. but tonight? captivating. what a word. you're enchanting. bewitching, even.
woah, woah. keep your eyes on the path, man. don't wanna end tonight in disaster, do we, now?
he walks you to the nearest sweets shop—anything that's open at 11:30pm—entering through the door with a half-asleep friend clinging onto him like some koala.
"friend" my ass. he's been absolutely smitten by you, for, like... the longest time ever. and maybe tonight, just maybe, he can tell you.
so you're at the counter together, and he's ordering something he thinks—lies. he knows—you'd like, as well as something for himself. as the server hands him the two deserts, he slightly loosens his hold on you. he wishes he didn't, but sweets are also pretty important (i'm hungry 🤤)
he balances the two sweet treats in his hands as he pulls you close again, intertwining your hands.
maybe its okay, just for tonight.
"here," he hands you your desert, to which you practically light up, thanking him generously. "let's take a walk?"
"okay! wait, i know a place!" you—who was previously sluggish and tired—suddenly start rushing forward, dragging him with you.
at first, he's worried. are you okay? will you both live to see tomorrow? is his desert gonna fall??
but eventually, your laughter—your sweet, melodious, contagious laughter—echoes through his mind. every crevice of his swimming-obsessed mind... its full all the way to the top with the sound of your laughter.
"we're here!" avoiding what could've been two run-over accidents and jaywalking a few times, you finally stop running at this quaint little park. you walk together, hand in hand, under the alleyway of—what's absolutely perfectly, almost romantically placed—trees, eating your deserts in silence.
by now, the time is 11:58pm, of the second of february. two minutes until his special day is over.
two minutes until he's not a genius anymore, but rather, a normal person. twenty years old.
he wants to close the twentieth year and open the twenty first year with you.
"hey, i..." he starts, voice down to a murmur.
"can i give you my last gift of today?" you interrupt. you can't afford to miss the chance.
"uhh, sure? i guess?" he shrugs.
you stop walking, to which he turns to face you, confused. before he can ask what's wrong, you get on your tippy toes, cupping his face with your hands.
"you..." you lean in, voice just barely a whisper. your lips are just inches away from his, when you speak again. "have some icing on your lips."
his lips fall agape—he was so sure you were gonna kiss him. you cheekily giggle, putting your arms out to maintain balance on your tippy toes. before you can turn around and make a joke, he—impulsively—drops his desert, grabbing you by the face with hands as soft as his eyes gazing into yours.
"let the birthday boy have one last kiss-" he was so confident. but the words got jumbled. "i-i mean, wish. one last wi-"
you cut him off with the very kiss he wanted. i-i mean, his last wish...!
your lips—unlike anything of the millions of times he's imagined, hoped for; yearned for—are soft against his. they taste vaguely of sugar, but he doesn't mind. he hopes the icing on his lips tastes as good as the frosting on yours.
"happy birthday, rin. you're always extraordinary, to me." you whisper between the first kiss, before crashing your lips back against his, without any room for any words.
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