You’re at your boyfriend’s house, the day before your birthday, you were laying on top of Kyoujurou. Your head on his chest and your legs in between his legs. His orange and red silk sheets felt nice on your legs. He was fiddling with your hair as he watched the door.

“Happy birthday.” Kyoujurou said as he continued to fiddle with your hair. You grunted in response, just another birthday. Kyoujurou smiled as he stopped playing with your hair to lift your chin. “I said happy birthday.”