It was evening time, the day of your birthday. 6:07 P.M, and no one wished you a happy birthday. When will this day end? No one remembers, anyway. … You care too much, because why else are tears are streaming like waterfalls down your eyes?

In the midst of your silent sob session, there’s a knock at the door. Who could it be? Oh well, wouldn’t hurt to check. Wiping the tears on your sleeve, you open the door.

“Happy birthday!”

It’s Atsushi… with a cupcake and candle in his hand.