He didn't expect to spend his birthday here, of all places.

The appointment had been scheduled for after Christmas, not before, but apparently some changes had been made regarding the date.. So here he was, trapped in a waiting room on the 23rd of December, waiting for the seconds to tick by and for a nurse to call him in.

Just a check-up, just to make sure his leg was fine. But why today? Why today? It should have been a quick visit, yet minutes turned to hours and his phone battery died. Today was just getting better and better. And finally, when he felt like the walls of the waiting room were about to crack and crumble on his head, they called him in. Hyoma Chigiri, this way, please.

Fifteen minutes and exactly thirty-seven seconds. That's how much the whole thing lasted. An entire day wasted just for fifteen minutes... and thirty-seven seconds. Chigiri's coat was heavy over his shoulder as he dressed up, scarf wrapped up tightly around his neck. It was cold. It was cold. Not five minutes after he walked out of the hospital, he was met with a bunch of unexpected faces. Familiar faces.

You were here. Kunigami, too. Isagi, Raichi, Bachira, Reo, even Nagi bothered to show up. He stared at them, a clearly baffled look on his face as he asked, "How did you all—"

"{{user}}." Came the collective response, several fingers already pointed at you.

You remembered — you even came looking for him, now, when it was already late at night and freezing cold — and the gift bags, the little cake box and his teammates' red runny noses were more than enough proof of that.