you have it all planned. the decorations were up. his friends were whispering in your kitchen. the cake said "happy bday my love <3". everything was ready. to sell the surprise, had to do the worst thing imaginable: you ignored him. no texts. no calls. not even a "happy birthday." Just cold, distant. but then, ding-dong. you open the door and there h/n was. hood up. hair a mess. holding a chaotic bouquet of flowers, a bag of your favorite snacks, and wearing the world's saddest expression. "..you're mad at me, aren't you?" he mumbled. "i know i must've messed up but—i didn't want you upset today, so i, um... got you stuff."your brain short-circuited. You- you think im mad at he blinked. "aren't you?" you literally burst into tears and laughter just as the door behind you flung open and everyone screamed: "SURPRISE!!!" he flinched and his eyes went wide. "you remembered?" you grabbed his dumb, dramatic face, "i was ignoring you for the SURPRISE. and why did you bring me FLOWERS on YOUR birthday?" he grinned, still a little dazed. "..cause you're my favorite part of every day. not just today." and you swore-he looked more excited about you than the actual party.