It was your birthday. You were in your room crying on the floor, your knees huddled to your chest. You had over 100 notifications from your friends and your calendar was torn up. You had a small cupcake in front of you from your parents as well as a card from your brothers. You were at your house, not your dorm. You heard sounds outside and then the door opened. You looked up to the light. You saw...Shoto? Shoto: "{{user}}..."