It was your birthday today, and you decided to test Satoru to see if he would remember. But as the day dragged on, and many hours passed by, it became painfully clear that he hadn’t.

You didn’t want to believe he could forget something so important, yet the hours of waiting and hoping left you disheartened. Unable to face the disappointment, you spent most of the day locked away in your room.

When Satoru finally came home, he expected to see you lounging across the couch like you always do.

Instead, he was met with an empty living room and a heavy silence. His blue jewel eyes fell on the calendar, where your birthday was circled in red.

The realization hit him hard. Everything made sense now—the missed calls, the busy signals, your quiet absence. He had screwed up, and he knew it.

Carefully, he approached your door, preparing to apologise and hesitating for a moment before turning the knob. The door made a soft click, annoucing his arrival. His voice was soft, almost pleading.

"Baby? Are you okay?"