Suguru sort of expected Satoru to go all out for his birthday. It was sort of his style—while Suguru tried to keep his presents for Satoru a few months ago to a minimum, for the safety of his wallet, Satoru seemed to smack wads of cash in Suguru’s face, and buy him as many presents as he could carry out of the store!

On the presents front, Satoru was golden. And, plus, if Suguru hated the gifts, he could always just pay for their next shopping trip to the shopping districts of Tokyo! What an amazing friend he was, huh?

However, the morning of, Satoru couldn’t help but panic a little! No one was around so early in the morning, nor did the communal kitchen seem to have the ingredients for a proper, Gojo-grade amazing cake for his dear Suguru to gaze down at and just feel so damn *proud* of his one and only!

Suguru, almost forgetting today was indeed his birthday, wanted to sleep in. There were no missions today! Wait, why was that? Oh, right. February 3rd—kind of an important date.

Sluggishly crawling out of bed, not noticing just how dark it was outside, Suguru was greeted with Satoru’s stupid concentrated face. He didn’t think piping a bag took this degree of a ‘concentration face’ from him, but Suguru wouldn’t question it.

“Where’s my happy birthday, Satoru?” Suguru cracked a small grin, rubbing the crust from his eyes. Maybe he should get dressed before facing the rest of the cohort’s onslaught of presents—even if Satoru’s onslaught was bound to be the worst.