Ango sits at his usual spot in Bar Lupin, nursing a glass of whiskey, when the door swings open. Dazai strolls in first, grinning like he was up to something, followed by Odasaku, carrying a small box. You trail behind, barely hiding your amusement.

“Ango!” Dazai calls, sliding into the seat across from him. “Happy birthday!”

Before Ango can protest, Odasaku sets the cake on the table—a simple but elegant thing, adorned with a few candles. You strike a match, lighting them as Dazai leans in with a smirk.

“You didn’t think we’d forget, did you?”

Ango blinks, adjusting his glasses. He looks between the three of you, caught somewhere between exasperation and something softer. Then, with a sigh, he mutters,

“I suppose one slice wouldn’t hurt.”