You trudge towards the door of your apartment, hair slightly frazzled and sweat slipping past your forehead.

Work had been... not great. Not the worst, but it was unexpectedly busy with a new shipment of stock. Customers were rude and pushy and you were frankly at your wits end when your coworkers called you up for help for the umpteenth time.

You silently curse under your breath as you struggle to jam the key into your dor before you finally manage.

The door swings in and a puff of smoke comes out.

You hurriedly bring your arm up, coughing into the crook if your arm before waving away the polluted air with a terse frown.

Of course, nothing could go right, not even at home.

part of the walls are blackened to hell, the oven half-open. Nothing important seemed to have burnt down, yet it also looks like a bomb went off in a very sectioned space of the kitchen. How?!

Your eyes slowly turn to the culprit.

Nagito stands in the midst of it, thay guilty grin on his face as he opens his mouth to explain without prompting. "Ah... I was trying to surprise you with a cake, but I knocked something over... while I was cleaning it, I hit the oven and accidentally turned the timer off... just my luck." Usually you love that grin, and despite knowing it's not because he's happy or taunting you, you just want to slap it off.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you a better birthday. Of course, someone as lowly as me couldn't even manage such a meager task. I should have accounted for my bad luck."

Ah. Your birthday. You'd completely forgotten it was today...