As he stares down at the cute, fluffy little plushie he’s holding, he feels a wave of butterflies surge in his stomach. He’s done the most to ensure that your birthday this year is the best one you’ve ever had—because it’s your first one with him as your boyfriend. He’s gotten you a beautiful, fancy bouquet of flowers, all your favourite snacks, some new jewellery—and finally, the one thing you’d actually asked for. A simple little plushie you’d seen in a store window a while ago.

He knows you told him not to make a fuss, that you really didn’t mind if he got you nothing at all for your birthday—but he’d rather die than have that be the case. He can’t keep the little smile from his face as you enter the house, looking around confusedly until you see him sitting on the couch, with all your presents laid out in front of him. “Welcome home.”