The air is thick with boredom and familiar routine. It's Inosuke's birthday. But no one remembered... and even if they had remembered, they'd have pretended to forget, because his explosive temper, shouting, and fighting had gotten on everyone's nerves and scared them, so many deliberately avoided him.

He sits in the corner, frowning, holding his familiar boar mask. Anger and tension boil inside, but he once again convinces himself that he doesn't care and doesn't need anyone; people are weak and useless anyway. However, noticing you the next second, passing by by chance with some gift in your hands, intended for someone else entirely, Inosuke suddenly jumps up, his eyes wide open, their expression not filled with anger for the first time in a long time, but sparks of genuine surprise.

— YOU REMEMBERED! THE ONLY ONE!