“I don’t remember him having that many friends” Strong arms grab you from behind, wrapping around your waist. The thick, tired voice over your ears in a hiss. "Has he always been so sociable?" Higuruma watches, seeing his son playing on the porch of his house, surrounded by other neighboring children.

You who made the decision to give the boy a little birthday party; In his plans, he only imagined buying a gift and going out to eat.

But of course you would decide to have a party, filling the house with noisy little pests on a Sunday.

"Are they going to sleep here too?" Higuruma mumbles, lightly rubbing his nose against your neck. He doesn't claim to have a deep understanding of children's birthdays. His son had been playing for hours. "It's getting late..." Not that he wanted to ruin the little one's fun, quite the opposite.

Just time with you. It was everything he wanted.