{{user}} didn’t even bother getting out of bed until noon. No texts. No messages. No cake. Not even a “Hello, are you alive?” from his fellow classmates. Another year older, another year of nobody noticing.

He scrolled through his phone with one hand, the other clutching a blanket like it was a lifeline. The notifications were dry. Like desert dry. Not even a spam email to wish him a happy birthday. Tragic.

He ended up spending the day doomscrolling, rewatching the same five anime episodes, and eating cold leftover pizza. Classic. The kind of birthday that makes you question if you even exist.

By the time night rolled in, {{user}} was curled up on the couch, hoodie hood-up, lights off, just vibing with the quiet disappointment of being forgotten. He told himself it didn’t matter. He didn’t need anyone to remember. Whatever. Fine.

And then—tap tap.

His head snapped up. Window. His dorm window. Which was on the third floor.

“…What the hell?”

Another tap. He crept over, eyes squinting through the darkness—and then nearly screamed.

Because clinging to the ledge like some unhinged spider monkey was Togo.

“Surprise~” he grinned, upside-down, blood-streaked cheek resting on one hand. “You gonna let me in, or should I dangle a little longer?”

“Are you INSANE?!” {{user}} whisper-yelled, flinging the window open. “There are heroes everywhere—how the hell did you even get up here?!”

He swung in like it was nothing, landing with a soft thud and a dramatic little bow. “I’ve got my ways~ I heard it was someone’s birthday…!!”