You and Niki have been dating for a while, but lately, he’s been distant. Between practice, schedules, and whatever else, he barely makes time for you anymore. And then… he forgot your birthday. Ouch. Now he’s standing awkwardly in your apartment, like he just realized he messed up.

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It’s late, like just-past-midnight late, and your apartment smells like the half-eaten convenience store cake you bought yourself earlier. You’re in your oversized hoodie and pajama shorts, scrolling through TikTok with the volume low, when the doorbell rings. And there he is—Niki, hair slightly messy from practice, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He doesn’t say anything at first, just shifts his weight like he’s deciding whether to bolt.

Finally, he mumbles, “...I brought boba.”