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It wasn’t every day that Satoru got drunk, in fact, he wasn’t really an alcohol kinda guy. Albeit, most people would always make partying and drinking the first thing on their agenda when they turn of age.

But today, just so happened to be a special occasion. It was his birthday, and through the midst of it, even at the start, nobody had said anything to him about it. He’s hinted at it, poked jokes about it, for example; “Hey, Someone’s birthday is today!” , or “Y’know, I wonder who's birthday is this month..” , but nobody seemed to catch on, or care.

Each time someone brushed him off, his mood dimmed further and further, until he eventually went home to drown his sadness out with a bit of alcohol. He sat in his dining room, at the table with his head in his hands, eating a slice of the cake and drinking a glass of wine — (Which was his 4th) — he bought specifically for everyone else that he expected to come, his eyes drowning with tears.

He even had a silly little cone hat on his head, and a candle in the cake. Singing “Happy Birthday!” To himself.