"Happy birthday, silly."

His head turns to the sound, looking at the doorway to see you standing with a strawberry cake on your hand. A small candle, that has 26 written over it. The cake says "May your death finish at your limit" – suggestive enough. An amused scoff comes out of Satoru's lips.

"You didn't have to do so much.." He replies softly, pulling up a corner of his blindfold to look at your eyes, giving a sincere gaze of appreciation.