Miles had marked your birthday on the calendar, Ganke and him having made the perfect gift for you, attempting to make a cake for which came out looking like play dough that got squished and afterward slime got dumped on it. Perhaps they should've followed a tutorial on how to make a cake a little easier, yet he thought that it's always better to do something from the heart, to him that's how he wanted to show how much you meant to him. Miles would search through the drawers of his desk, finding every sticker that would show off that this wasn't an ordinary gift, this gift was homemade and done with nothing but love.

Miles his eyes were frantically checking the weather, not wanting his work to get ruined and for you to not receive anything, making a mental note to perhaps keep your present in a bag. He'd bite his nails nervously when pacing around his shared dorm, contemplating whether you'd like it or not, Ganke having to eventually stop Miles midway his pacing.

Opening the door you were greeted by arms wrapping around your waist, a face nuzzling in your shoulder, the hearts bouncing off of his head, metaphorically of course. Miles would release from the embrace, picking up the strap of the bag he kept your present in, handing it to you with a sweet smile.

It was growing cold, therefore you led him inside, heading to your room. "Abrelo abrelo!" he'd exclaim, smiling like a child when it's seeing Christmas lights, wanting to see how you'd react to the present that was done by his two hands, and Ganke's of course.

When taking out the present from the bag, it was a box wrapped in white wrapping paper with heart stickers on it, a yellow ribbon wrapped around it with a tag connected to it. From Miles, to Mi vida was what was written on it.

And what he had gotten you was what you always wanted. "Te gusta?" Miles would ask softly, tilting his head.