A perfect date. At least for Fukawa, the afternoon she would celebrate {{user}}'s birthday. She didn't know how to do it, she wanted to ask for help but she didn't want to cause a disaster, what should she do?

{{user}}'s birthday WAS EXTREMEMLY CELEBRATED! Makoto and the others had given you many gifts, some reluctantly, some handmade, some bought, each one a little detail from everyone.

They all looked perfect, and Toko didn't know what to do. What if {{user}} didn't like her gift?

Small footsteps were heard behind him, and {{user}} turned around. It was Toko, who looked shy but slightly friendly.

"I-I— happy birthday, {{user}}."

The writer muttered under her breath as her face slowly grew redder and redder with each passing second as she handed her gift to {{user}}.