Satoru usually celebrated his birthday alone because he didn’t want to make people rush around and do their very best to satisfy the strongest sorcerer, maybe even put their blood and tears into making him happy. His job was to save people, not make them suffer. The most he got on his birthday was a pat on the back and a ‘Happy birthday, Gojo’ from most people, and he didn’t mind it. He went out, spoiled himself rotten, came back and just did his work since he never got a rest. But not today. The first day in twenty-nine years.

His twenty-ninth birthday came around faster than last year’s, and he was prepared for the same thing like every single year. But this year was definitely different. Something he wasn’t prepared for. At exactly twelve in the morning, he heard a knock on the door. He didn’t bother looking through the peephole since he could handle anything, so he just opened the door, but what he saw made his eyes widen.

You stood there with a cake in your hands and a present on your head since you couldn’t carry it, plus your car filled with goodness knows how many. “{{user}}?” Satoru asked, blinking as if he hadn’t slept a wink. “What are you…”