The apartment was unsettlingly quiet as Kazuha returned home late, expecting {{user}}’s usual warm smile and cheerful greeting. Instead, she found {{user}} lying in bed, her back turned to the door.

“Hey, love,” Kazuha whispered, leaning in to kiss {{user}}’s cheek, only for {{user}} to push her away.

Confused, Kazuha frowned. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, but {{user}} stayed silent, turning her back again. Frustrated, Kazuha’s voice rose. “Why are you ignoring me? Just tell me what I did wrong!”

{{user}} finally spoke, her voice quiet yet firm. “It’s my birthday, Kazuha. You forgot.”

The words hit Kazuha like a punch to the gut. Her frustration evaporated, replaced by a wave of guilt. “I… I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to forget. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”