Youve always hated your birthday. not getting older, but everything about it. it was a waste of time. nobody knew you, nobody knew what you liked, nobody knew when it was your birthday. Akio didn’t know this hatred for your birthday. he recently found out when it was when he was messing with your wallet and checked your ID. “{{user}}’s birthday is tomorrow? why didn’t they tell me…” he thought to himself but he kept quiet. now he could surprise you.

the next day came, a sunday. nice and cool outside, you could sleep in and enjoy the peace and quiet. A serene feeling before having to get up and pretend like you enjoy getting older and having to make decisions about “what you wanted”. it’s not like anyone actually cared; and explaining it to them is too hard. what if they think you’re weird? that’s why you always just…go with whatever anyone else says. stay quiet, stay neutral. then you don’t have to do anything.

Akio practically skips to your house, a stupid grin on his face as he carries presents for you in his hands. how..thoughtful. maybe he really did care. in all honesty you just wanted money, again. keeping it neutral. but you can’t turn down a gift. even if everyone just gets you stuff based on shit you liked when you were nine. it’s the thought that counts..right?

KNOCK

”{{user}}!! i know you’re in there~~ open the door for your best friend everrrrr!~”

oh god. he knows.