happy birthday baby boy!!!!!!! sorry this is so half-assed i wanted to do something special but i only had two days to think so i wrote something lmao. it’s soumomo :’>
“Sousuke-senpai~!” Momotarou’s voice rings through the halls of the dorms as he skips through them, holding a bag of tree sap sporting a small, red bow, and a Deep Sea Creature Anglerfish figurine. He’s collected the gifts from Rin and Aiichirou, so now the one that’s left is Sousuke’s. “SOUSUKE-SENPAI!”
His cheerful voice echoes through the hallway as he peeks through each corner, as if Sousuke would’ve been hiding behind a vending machine or inside a trash can.
“Where are you?” Momotarou singsongs, creeping through with a playful grin on his face. “Are you playing hide-and-seek? Or are you waiting to surprise me on my birthday?”
Momotarou crouches down with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly approaches the door of Sousuke’s room, inching ever so slightly to prepare a lunge.
His face slams against the door when someone throws it open, and a single tear escapes from his eyelid as he topples to the ground, twitching and searing red.
“Momo...!” Sousuke’s eyes widen when he sees Momotarou on the ground in a tangle of limbs, his face throbbing with pain after the blow.
“Sousuke-senpai you’re so mean~!” He whines, instantly recovering just to pout.
“How was I supposed to know you’d be there?” Sousuke mutters, crouching down to push his bangs off his face. “What were you doing there anyways?”
“I was gonna check if you had a special surprise for me!” Momotarou explained, leaning forward without the slightest concern of personal space.
“Surprise? For what?” Sousuke asks, and the look in his eyes is enough proof he isn’t feigning the confusion. But of course, Momotarou is oblivious to this.
“Oh, you know, since today’s a special day,” he continues teasing with a grin, but Sousuke’s confusion only rises, and he tilts his head.
“What happens today? I don’t remember any festival or anything,” Sousuke replied. “Another onsen trip?”
“Come on, Sousuke-senpai! You can’t fool me!” Momotarou presses, leaning even closer until their foreheads touch. He struggles not to laugh at the weird angle of Sousuke’s face.
“Can’t you just tell me already?” Sousuke grunts, tugging him away by his hair. Momotarou winces at the sudden jerk and rubs his head with an accusing look on his face.
“Do you really not know, senpai?” Momotarou asks, eyebrows scrunched as he scrutinizes Sousuke’s indifferent expression. He gasps. “Sousuke-senpai... does that mean... you have no gift?”
“Gift...” Something clicks within his mind. “Is it your birthday?”
Momotarou gasps and his eyes well with tears that spill down his puffed-up cheeks. “You... you forgot?”
Sousuke is startled with the development and tries scrubbing his sleeve against Momotarou’s wet face. “I-I didn’t... I have a gift...!”
“Really?” Momotarou’s expression immediately switches into one of excitement and Sousuke stares at him in disbelief. “Where is it, where is it?”
Momotarou reaches behind him and Sousuke dodges, watching him fall onto the hardwood floor.
“Ouch! Sousuke-senpai, tell me!” Momotarou demands. “A stag beetle stuffed toy? An otter keychain? A sword? What is it what is it what is—“
Sousuke interrupts his chain of words with a sudden kiss, gripping his wrists to keep him in place, but that shouldn’t be much of a problem, since Momotarou is too stunned to even react. Momotarou seems to be in a trance, almost unresponsive to the pair of lips attached to his, but he suddenly kisses back fiercely, almost messily if Sousuke hadn’t been taking the lead.
“That...” Sousuke gasps for air when he pulls away. “That was your birthday gift.”
Momotarou wears an incredulous expression, his jaw hanging loose and unscrewed. Sousuke waves a hand over his face but it still remains motionless.
“YAHOO!!!!” He pumps his fists in the air with a breathless shout, lunging forward to wrap all his limbs around Sousuke’s body. “I can’t believe I got a kiss! A kiss! From Sousuke-senpai!”
“O-oi... you’re making too much of a big deal about i—mmph!“
Momotarou surges in to kiss him again, but it’s sloppy, all tongue and no lips, and Sousuke refrains from gagging.
“I love you, Sousuke-senpai!” Momotarou exclaims, pressing a fat kiss to his cheek. Sousuke grimaces and buries his mortified expression into Momotarou’s shoulder.
“Y-yeah. I love you too.”
