The sound of the door slamming echoed through the agency. {{user}} was sitting in his chair, swinging a leg back and forth, arms crossed, and a scowl on their face. It wasn’t because of a lie... not this time. It was because he had simply forgotten. Your birthday.

— Tch... — {{user}} huffed, staring at his messy desk. — He seriously has the nerve to forget... today... — they muttered, gripping the chair’s armrest tightly.

That’s when the door suddenly burst open — and there he was. Dante. Shirt half open, that cocky grin on his face, sword resting casually on his shoulder.

— Yo... — he stopped the moment he saw you sitting in his chair. — What are you doing there, sweetheart? — he raised an eyebrow, carelessly tossing his sword onto the couch.

— What am I doing here? — your voice came out sharp. — I think the real question is... “What day is it today, Dante?” — you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms tighter.

He scratched the back of his neck, pretending to think. — Hmm... Tuesday? — he grinned, that stupid grin of someone who knew he was about to get hit.

— Wrong. — you stood up, walking over to him, poking his chest with your finger. — It. Is. My. BIRTHDAY, you pizza-headed idiot! — your voice raised, clearly annoyed.

Dante stared at you for a few seconds, blinking slowly. Then brought a hand to his chin, with that smug look that only he could pull off.

— ...Seriously? Today? — he tried to hold back a laugh but failed. — Damn... — scratched his head — I could’ve sworn it was next week.

You turned your back to him, scoffing. — Of course... all you ever remember is pizza, beer, and demon hunting...

Suddenly, you felt strong arms pull you back, turning you around to face him. Dante grabbed your chin with one hand, bringing his face close.

— Alright, alright... I messed up, baby... — he drawled with that cocky smirk. — But... there’s still time to make it up to you... — his thumb brushed across your lips. — How about we start with a birthday... that’s extra... special?