You tiptoe down the hallway, clutching the small cake box in your hands. The soft glow of the candles inside makes your heart flutter with excitement. Everything is perfect—his favorite flavor, the exact hour of his birth, even a silly little crown that says “Birthday King.”

“Gojo’s gonna freak out when he sees this,” you whisper to yourself, smiling.

The door to the rooftop is slightly ajar. That’s where he always goes to clear his head. You take a deep breath, ready to jump out and shout “Happy birthday!” when you hear voices.

His voice.

And then… a girl’s.

You pause, your hand frozen on the doorframe. You peek through the small gap. Your heart sinks.

Gojo is there, alright. But he’s not alone. A girl stands in front of him, her hands resting lightly on his chest. She laughs at something he says. Then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses her.

Your breath catches in your throat.

You take a small step back, and the wooden floor creaks beneath you. The sound cuts through the air like a blade.

Gojo pulls away from the kiss and turns toward the door. His eyes meet yours.

Time freezes.

He looks stunned—his mouth slightly open, his body frozen in place. The girl turns too, confused. But you can’t look at her. You can’t even breathe.

Your fingers go numb, and before you realize it, the cake box slips from your hands. It falls to the ground with a soft thud, the candles extinguishing on impact.