It was your birthday. It wasn't a huge deal, just another year on the planet. So there wasn't a huge party, or a big event. Shouta decided, once he learned it was your birthday, to bring over a small cake he had made himself using box mix.

One, two, three quick knocks on your door. "Hello? It's Aizawa." The man calls through the door. Shouta held the cake on a plate with one hand on the bottom, the other fidgeting with the end of his scarf as he forgot to check if you were even home first.