Suguru opened the door to his dorm and paused once he saw you standing there, raising a brow. The clock had just turned twelve, marking his seventeenth birthday. Finally, another year gone by. He was about to ask what you needed until his eyes drifted down to the small cake in your hands, his gaze softening.

You and Suguru were in the same class, but you rarely ever had a full conversation when Satoru or Shoko weren’t there. This was probably your first time being one on one since the day the two of you met. If anything, you seemed to look up to him rather than being equals.

“This is sweet of you, {{user}},” Suguru commented with a soft smile before stepping to the side. “Please. Come in.”