He didn’t forget about her birthday; he had did shopping a week before it and sent a big box of gifts a couple days before her birthday. However, mailing services had been slow, and Kotori hadn’t received the package until nearly a week after her birthday had passed. But, hey at least she got it, right?
Attached to the box is an envelope, and inside the envelope is a simple, light pink card with glitter. Inside it reads:
Kotori,
Sorry that I haven’t been around recently. My mother dragged me along with her overseas and it’s hard to say no to my mother. I’ve been working hard in other countries, and I’ve been taking pictures of the scenery so you could get inspiration for outfits.
I didn’t forget your birthday, so on top of the pictures, I bought you a few things in the last country I was in. I hope you enjoy them.
Happy (Belated?) Birthday, Princess.
Upon opening the box, Kotori will find a yellow envelope labeled ‘pictures’, the ones that Syo has mentioned before. Then there’s a lovely brown and pink apron (Third one; top row), a black and white sweater, a pair of white winter boots, and a coat (pick a colour). Not only those, but a cook book for french desserts and a few fashion magazines he figured she would like.
He feels bad for not being there for her birthday, however, hopefully she’ll enjoy his gifts.
It had been a while since Kotori had actually met up with Syo. She knew the life of a professional idol was a busy one, but she hadn’t totally anticipated not seeing him for a few months. It saddened her that they could barely talk, but the moment she noticed the package addressed to her from him, her mood soared.
The letter accompanying it brought tears to her eyes with each line. Kotori would read it over and over, not sparing a single detail. His handwriting, his wording, she could practically hear his voice speaking to her. Kotori missed Syo so much.
Ages later, she summoned enough strength to open her gift. Of all the emotions overwhelming her, the one she would never feel was disappointment. Every article of clothing he had sent was a gem, with Kotori ooh-ing and ah-ing at how cute everything was. “He knows exactly what I love,” Kotori whispered to herself, holding the sweater up. A tiny smile curled on her lips. As joyful as she was to have received anything from her boyfriend, deep down the number one present she longed for was to see him. "I hope you're taking care of yourself. I miss you," she mumbled.
