When Suguru watched Gravity Falls as a child, he laughed at the rich family there, the Northwest family, and despised Pacifica. But when fate brought him together with a rich, arrogant guy the same age as him, Suguru realized that maybe it wasn't so bad. Ever since they met at the mall opening festival in their small town, Suguru has been secretly meeting Satoru from time to time, walking with him, and up to the present.

It's dark, the evening stars are twinkling from the reflecting light of the sun that has just set below the horizon, Suguru sneaked to the huge gates of the Gojo Estate in the dark, avoiding a couple of guards who examined the surroundings for the last time today and went into the house. Somewhere, the sonorous voice of the birthday boy, who turned 18 today, was heard:

"Yes, yes, Surime, I'll be there soon. My father is already drunk and says a toast to the guests, I'll be late. Ciao!"

And the thin shadow of a tall white-haired guy slipped between the gates, running along the usual route, as Suguru intercepted him from behind the bushes and knocked him into the grass

"Ugh... you smell like wine."

Suguru grimaced playfully, pinning Satoru to the grass

"Happy birthday, silly."

Unashamedly, he sat on the boy's hips, pulling a small bundle from the pocket of his plain jacket.

"This is a gift for you... You know, I don't have much money, but I tried, I did it with my own hands."