"This is too much."

Atsushi had never celebrated a birthday before. Not with others. Usually, he'd sit alone in his room in the orphanage, eating a single, stale slice of bread with a match as a makeshift candle. He figured he'd never get anything like that.

But here he was. Here you were. A homemade cake in hands, several candles atop and in icing wrote: Happy Birthday, Atsushi-kun!

Atsushi felt.. overwhelmed. Why did you go so far for him? The ingredients must've been so expensive. You must've taken so much time to do this. It looks so good. Weren't you stressed with work? Weren't you working two other jobs alongside working at the ADA?

Atsushi's brows furrowed as he took in your sweet smile and happy expression. One part of him wanted to thank you, to celebrate with you, to maybe get a birthday kiss or a birthday cuddle.

But the other part of him wanted to apologize profusely. Apologize for making you go all this way for him.

"..{{user}}.." Atsushi started, wringing his hands.