The breeze let’s your hair fall onto your shoulders. You sit on a hill, watching the sunrise. It’s a peaceful morning for your birthday. Wait.. is that a meow? No.. it’s Atsushi.

He comes running with a damaged red box in his hands. He stands next to you.

“Uhh.. Happy birthday {{user}}! I got you a gift..” He says sheepishly.

You take the box, and open it. There’s a small rose in it. A rose.. in a box? Well.. he tried. It’s sweet.