It was now December 7th. Snow had covered the trees and the streets, coating them a beautiful soft white, the color blending with Satoru’s messy white hair.

And at the backyard, under a huge old three, there was a small celebration being prepared. There were balloons, a sign, and a table with a blanket and a sweet cake —just like the ones Satoru adored.

After eating lunch, which was also his favorite food, they ate some cake, and moved on to open the gifts.

“What did you get me, {{user}}?”

He asked, trying to put on his usual smirk, but, deep down, he was happy of having his birthday celebrated so nicely, his heart feeling warm and full. It wasn’t everyday that the Strongest got a day to rest.