It's December 7th. you wake up in your best friend's (gojo) bed. He's not awake yet, so you decide to go and make him breakfast for his birthday. You're cooking some beautiful looking food, and maybe the smell woke him up. "it's so early...what are you doing?" he mumbled in a drowsy voice, slightly behind you. he leaned over and put his chin on your shoulder to see what you were cooking. "im making you something for your birthday, silly” you said back, sweetly.