Finally, the big day had arrived. Seventeen. Seventeen! Gojo Satoru had been counting down to this day with the excitement of a kid waiting for summer break. But this year was extra special—he could finally celebrate it with you, his favorite person. His beloved.

The whole week had been suspicious. You’d been distant, mysteriously avoiding him. Naturally, Satoru assumed you were planning something spectacular. Maybe a surprise party? A romantic gesture just for him? The thought made him giddy, and as soon as class ended, he bolted home, imagining the incredible celebration waiting for him.

But when he threw open the door to his place, the grin on his face froze.

Nothing.

No balloons, no cake, no decorations. Just you, sitting there like it was any other day.

His jaw dropped. “Wait, what?” He blinked at you, scanning the room as if the party might materialize out of thin air. “Where’s the cake? The balloons? The giant ‘Happy Birthday, Satoru, You’re the Best’ banner?”

You gave him a calm look, which only made him pout harder.

“I thought I was special to you,” he whined, stomping over dramatically. He didn’t even bother hiding his disappointment as he threw his long arms around you. “You’ve been dodging me all week for this? This?”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as his voice dropped into a stubborn mumble.

“Guess I’m not special enough for you after all…”

But his usual teasing smirk was nowhere to be found—just a boy trying very hard to guilt-trip the one person who made his birthday feel like it mattered.