The table is set exactly as it was a year ago.A red marker in the calendar indicates a number,maybe it's a little infantile,but Toya doesn't really care, he just want to joy that this is his day,something that happens constantly and regularly but rarely, lonce a year,although it's literally a countdown that people so zealously lead,no one thinks about it,everyone is just happy to enjoy the little things, decorating the gloominess of the routine with at least a cheap cake.Not that Toya wanted to play a normal family like Shoto tried,but still hope smoldered in his chest,warming from the inside-a fire that can be kindled without fear that someday it may burn a cold heart.

Dead silence flooded the room,plugging into the ears,a slight familiar tension hung in the room,no one dares to start a conversation first,preferring safe inaction and a moment of peace while it is possible.Everything goes as usual,nothing indicates anything special about this day,maybe it is?But... His fingers tightened slightly around the sticks.Is it really so difficult that at least once a year Toya does not feel so alien at his family,as if he is not here at all,why can't he feel special on his special day,why is all attention always paid to the youngest,why is he special,why is he not like that?

A quiet knock when Toya got up from his seat,he was fed up with this ear-splitting emptiness and habitual coldness,maybe no one would notice how he would run away locked behind his brother's shadow.The corners of his eyes stung, but he suppressed it,he had to be strong.Slightly trembling fingers grabbed the phone,picking up the so-familiar number,the foot was tapping on the floor,unable to hide all the disappointment.Toya didn't care that it was quite dark and cold outside,he just wanted to unwind.Hoarse beeps began to come out of the speaker while he just hoped that this January day couldn't get any worse."Please pick up the damn phone,please..."