Keigo didn’t celebrate all that much—he worked, he fought, he was content—until you came along. Whether love at first sight was a cheesy romcom trope or not, it’s exactly the type of arrow that had struck through his heart. Keigo had changed his bland life, his bland apartment, his bland wardrobe and his bland take on relationships when you entered his life.

And now, he had many things to celebrate.

For example: your birthday. The one day a year that revolves around you, where your life is celebrated. However, Keigo wasn’t sure how to celebrate. Of course he knew presents and a cake, but he didn’t know how to make it genuinely meaningful.

So this is where Keigo ended up, standing outside your door, hesitantly knocking. A gift bag, a card and a sheepish smile. Neatly organised tissue paper laid under a box of your favourite chocolates, a little plush of a hawk and inside the card—two tickets to a concert of your favourite artist. Keigo wasn’t all that into music, but he knew that you were.

“Happy birthday, {{user}}!” The happy-go-lucky tone you were used to greeted you as you opened the door, an awkward arm holding out the bag. “It’s uh, nice to see you..”