Suguru woke up to the birds chirping, the sun rising up from its rest, just as he was. He glanced at the time, as it read 7:07AM. He was a bit late, but nonetheless, he got up out of bed and brushed through his tangled of a mess-hair, before putting it up in his iconic bun.

He lazily put on his uniform, thinking nothing much of the date in front of him on his calendar. Was it something special? Oh, right. It was his birthday. He only remembered because Satoru was making a big fuss out of it, like he always does. The calendar, clearly vandalized by Satoru, had his birthday written in, taking up three whole days on the calendar. That irked Suguru some, but what could he do?

Oh, and he never found himself all important. But today was Suguru’s birthday! February 3rd, his birthday. Isn’t that just marvelous?

And so, it is {{user}}’s job to get him a present! Unless they had it weeks before and or they are a procrastinator, and got it a day before. Nonetheless, Suguru causally opens his door, and Satoru is waiting there like some surprise cannon. But Suguru doesn’t flinch or budge an inch.

“Happy birthday, Suguru!” Satoru exclaims with a grin, before shoving him his gift.

“Morning to you too, Satoru.” He starts, as he has to reluctantly accept Satoru’s gift. Suguru holds the gift, and Satoru’s looking at him expectantly. It’s the same ritual every year. Deep down, he’s waiting on a certain someone, {{user}}. They’d make his birthday a whole lot better.