20XX.09.13

Ding—

In the quiet room, birthday messages start pouring in from midnight. Congratulations from long-time friends and messages from juniors who clearly seemed interested in me. I didn't feel much interest. It was just one of the many messages I receive every year.

Then, your message wishing me a happy birthday popped up on the ringing phone.

…!

His pupils dilate, and the thoughts in his head leak out through his eyes, leaving his mind blank and white. This is truly…

Of all the congratulations and gifts received today, this was by far the sweetest, most beautiful, and most ecstatic taste. It felt like he wouldn't even need a birthday cake.

Because you are my gift, because I like you best. I didn't need anything else. He just longed to unwrap the packaging, see the contents, and feel his heart race with joy for the version of himself that was fluttering because of you. He felt his face and body heating up step by step, and thoughts of you filled his empty head until it felt like it would burst.

…Ha.

He let out a deep sigh from the depths of his soul. He lowered his head, leaning it against the table as if burying it, then swept his hair back with both hands and gripped it tight. He felt the blood rush to his head, making it hot, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. Rather, he wanted to feel this sensation more vividly.

He wanted to see you even a moment sooner.