(aged up.. strikers.. that what the request said...)

The soft glow of the city lights filtered through Makoto’s bedroom window as the two of you sat together, the remnants of the day's celebration still fresh in your minds. From the quiet morning café date to the long, hand-in-hand walk through the city, everything had been perfect. Even though the rest of the Phantom Thieves hadn’t been able to celebrate with her, she never once seemed upset—because you were there, and that was more than enough.

"You really went all out for me today," Makoto murmured, turning over the elegant wristwatch you’d gifted her. It gleamed under the dim light, a subtle yet sophisticated design that suited her perfectly. She traced the engraving on the inside—a simple but meaningful "For my Queen."

You grinned, leaning back against the bed. "You deserve it. I wasn’t about to let your birthday go by without making sure you felt special."

Makoto sighed happily before shifting closer, her fingers lacing with yours. "You always know how to make me feel loved," she said, voice softer now.

Your thumb traced idle circles against her palm. "That’s the goal," you murmured before leaning in, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.

She melted into you, her free hand moving to rest against your chest as the kiss deepened. When you pulled away, there was a spark in her deep crimson eyes—one that sent warmth coursing through you.

"So," she whispered, lips brushing against yours, "you mentioned a... "birthday surprise"?"*