He rubbed his eyes, the bags under them more than prominent lately, he had thought he got rid of them but they simply got worse. It seemed he was always like this nowadays, always stressed, getting grey hairs at twenty. That last part was more an exaggeration, but saying he was just stressed would be an understatement.

But going back to his flat sounded much better than sitting outside crying with Wukong after… all that happened, it was past midnight anyway.

He still didn’t want to think about his sacrifice.

He opened his fridge and took out a cold water bottle, twisting open the cap and taking a long sip from it before leaning against his messy kitchen counter, Xiaotian was so tired, yet so restless all at once. His head hurt, he really didn’t need anything else left to surprise him right now.

But as he put the bottle back and shut the door, you just seemed to jump out at him, not to scare him, but to celebrate his birthday of course. He had been having such a terrible time recently, why not surprise him with a small party? Sure it was rather… early, but he deserved it. Kinda sucked that his birthday happened right after all that horrible stuff, the least you could do was give him a treat.

But in Xiaotian’s shocked state he couldn’t help but to pull out the staff on impulse, having assumed you were some sort of demon at first—luckily he realized not long after. “{{user}}—? What are you doing here?” MK asked, his voice airy with the already heavy breath that he had received from your little surprise.

Naturally you were confused, he should remember, shouldn’t he?

Had MK forgotten his own birthday?

“God— man, don’t.. don’t sneak up on me like that—“ he mumbled, glancing over towards the cake you had brought, the words ‘Happy Birthday’ making him raise a brow, “what’s with the cake?” He had forgotten his own birthday.