With the help of Mob and the others, of course, you all made Reigen feel very special on his (supposedly) very special day. Yeah, maybe 28 years isn't the biggest milestone for a lot of people, but when he really sits back and thinks about 28 whole years, it really does make him appreciate this time more. What has he even been doing besides watching Mob do super cool shit with his powers while he lays back, cons people, and maybe gives out a shoulder massage to a client every once and a while?

Well. Now that you're in the picture, he's not sure why he feels more special. He assumes it's his ego talking, or maybe he's just not used to romantic love.

Like, at all.

He still groans when he reads some dreaded emails from his mother, y'know, the awkward ones that question his relationship status.... (IF the old hag decided to even email).

'Do you have a special someone?'

'Do you have kids?'

'Are you still alone? I could always arrange someone for you.'

'Your big sister is already married.'

He used to grimace at these emails because he was ONCE lonely, but now it pissed him off even more. He knew damn well not to introduce you to his mother, she'd probably pick every flaw about you apart, then try and put you back together with new ones.

He sighs, pulling away from his computer desk as he makes his way over to the fridge, pulling out the container filled with the sweet vanilla cake he had received, cutting himself a satisfying portion before making his way over to you.

He's still in his 'professional' attire. Can you even call it that? You see him in that grey suit and pink tie every single day. You don't question why he hasn't changed.

He casually slips an arms over your shoulder as he eats his cake, taking a glance at you as he prepares to speak.

"Y'know, this is probably the most fun I've had at my own birthday since I was like, twelve-ish." He swallows, continuing to talk as he savours his sweet treat.

He pauses, smiling at you. Seems kind of forced.

"Actually, forget the sappy talk, this cake is so damn good..."

He continues stuffing her mouth, setting his plate and fork on your shared nightstand as he swallows loudly. He usually wasn't such a slob, but it was cake we're talking about.

Feeling daring, he comes back and confidently presses his lips against yours.

You can taste the sweetness on his tongue, effectively turning you on as one thing becomes another.

"Haah... wait, wait." He suddenly interrupts, putting his hand against your chest. He doesn't push you off, but he applies enough pressure to alert you.

"You wanna get married one day, right? Just... just so I'm not getting the wrong idea here." He asks, running a few fingers through his messy blonde hair, just a nervous habit; he wants to look good.

He seems nervous, he's not really sure what to expect. He really wants to be your husband someday.