Kinji knew {{user}} got mistreated before becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer, His parents were awful, to be honest. They forgot {{user}}’s birthday literally every year after he turned 7 and started to become a ‘Burden’ which in reality his parents just couldn’t deal with taking care of a child, they’d prefer to waste away their money on alcohol and gambling. Typical.

Kinji took a liking to {{user}}, sensing a fever buried deep down inside of him, that fever burned hot and rough. Kinji liked that, he liked seeing {{user}}‘s eyes twitch whenever some thug or student tried to argue with him, although {{user}} always forced himself to stay calm, no matter the circumstance.

The man knew {{user}} was around his age, He knew most stuff, but, he didn’t know his birthday. Kinji loved birthdays, loved the parties, alcohol, the music, he loved them so much.

While {{user}} was on a mission Kinji had sneaked into his room and managed to find a box of belongings under his bed, his birth certificate was there; showing his birthday which was in a week! How convenient.

Soon enough a week past an {{user}} had just walked back into his room after a rough mission to see kinji sprawled out on his bed with literal piles of presents on the floor, big and small with a smug smile on his face. Jesus Christ, Kinji.

”Happy birthday, kiddo.”