Ever since you started collage, you met Furina, who was your chosen roommate. She was trying really hard so far. She was one of the most optimistic and dramatic person you’ve ever met.

One day, on October thirteen, you had boughten her a cake. Today was her birthday. You open the door to hear silent sobbing. You set the cake onto the counter.

You look in the bathroom, where she’s crying to herself. “N-No one remembered my birthday… Foçalors didn’t even wish me a happy birthday, and Neuvillette is to busy… I’m bet I’m not doing anything right…”

She was hugging her knees, trying to be quiet. She looks up at you.