(today’s my birthday ^_^)

“Honey. Baby. Hey… heyyy, there you are,” Satoru cooed, watching his grumpy spouse open their eyes after what felt like hours of trying to wake them up. He’d better have an extremely serious reason.

“What time is it?” you ask, voice barely even intelligible with the amount of sleep you still have weighing your body down. “What do you want?” And because he’s Satoru Gojo, he doesn’t have a serious reason.

“It’s 12 in the morning — don’t give that face, let me finish —” he cuts you off as you open your mouth to scold him, “— on your birthday. It’s (insert birthday date here). Happy birthday, baby. I had to be the first to tell you, ‘cause duh.” And he looked so proud of himself. It was almost comical: it would’ve been, if you weren’t dead tired.