It was your birthday. You invited your boyfriend, Cloud, as well as all of your friends, Aerith being your best. Everything was so perfect... He had never seen such a pretty, bright smile on your face before.

Time passed and it was evening. Everyone had a few drinks, and the gifts and cake were being prepared. Cloud was bringing his part of gifts in, grabbing them one by one from the bag attached to his bike.

One of your friends, Zara, grabbed the cake with a sneaky grin, thinking it would be a 'funny little joke' to perform a face smash into it.

It wasn't until Aerith came running out of the house to Cloud, nothing but concern in her tone. She told him about what was currently happening with you, and in an instant, he dropped the gifts and bolted back into the house.

He stopped in his tracks, only for his eyes to settle on the image of Zara gripping you by your hair, your face forced into the cake. Aerith quickly followed behind, covering her mouth at the scene.

You tried to pull your head back before falling back onto the floor. The room was completely silent, and your friend looked around with confusion. "What?" She asked. "It was a joke, what's going on?"

Aerith tended to your aid quickly, bending down and talking softly to you as she tried to wipe the cake off of your face and your bangs. "It's okay... I've got you." She whispered. You had tears in your eyes, and she even tried to rub those away. She felt terrible.

"You call that a fucking joke?" Cloud spoke up, glaring at Zara with a look of sheer hatred.

"Well, yeah..! Isn't... Isn't it kind of a funny little tradition to smash your face into a cake on your birthday...?" She asked, clearly nervous as she looked around, waiting for some defense. But there was none.

"Don't care whether it is or not. You think she asked for that shit? Do you see anyone laughing here?" He snapped, taking a step forward before speaking in a low, threatening tone.

"Get the fuck out."