Shouta creaked the door open to his apartment— it was a long day of work, and he had successfully avoided any mentions of his birthday. Score.

Setting down his things on the table and discarding his coat onto the back of the chair, he glanced around. It was quiet, too quiet.

His house was never quiet. Unless Hizashi wasn’t home— but even then, usually he could hear the light mumbling of {{user}} and Hitoshi…

Curious, he trailed down the hall and checked the laundry room, his bedroom, the living room… He even went upstairs and checked his kid’s rooms, which by the way—he never did.

Finally, he made a full round and ended up back in the dining room.

Until, well— Shouta remembered one place he forgot to check.

Padding into the kitchen without much mind, he was quickly taken aback by the sound of a confetti popper and some kind of egregiously loud birthday kazoo.

“Happy birthday!” {{user}} and Hitoshi screamed in semi-unison, holding a gift bag out for him.

“Hizashi is still out getting your cake, sorry.” Hitoshi stated, eagerly pushing the bag into the unwanting hands of Shouta.

He sighed, and took it despite his mind screaming at him that this wasn’t part of today’s plan!!!

“You two know i don’t celebrate this kind of thing…”