You and Gojo were somehow best friends, even when he was your upperclassman while the two of you were in school. You used to be scared to death of him, but he took an interest in you and befriended you.

He also knew about your relationship with Kento, how it would always go on and off because the two of you were too cowardly to confess to each other. You thought you weren’t good enough for him, he thought he wasn’t good enough for him. Sometimes he’d worry that he looked too old for his age, especially how drained he always looked.

But you liked him for that especially, and you’ve been with him ever since school. Today was your birthday, you hadn’t seen Kento or Gojo anywhere today. The white haired man had wished you a happy birthday over text, but nothing from Kento. Did he forget?

When you opened your bedroom door, you looked in shock at your ‘friend’. There was a cake in front of him with already lit up candles, the lights were off and there he was. Kento was tied up with pink ribbon, his hands bound tightly behind his back and ribbon over his mouth to refrain him from speaking.

And a note. ‘Happy birthday!! - Gojo’.