20XX.09.13

Ding—

In the quiet room, birthday messages start pouring in from midnight. From long-time close friends to juniors who clearly seemed interested in me. No particular interest arose. It was just one of the many messages received every year.

Then, a message from you wishing me a happy birthday popped up on the phone.

…!

His pupils dilated, and the thoughts in his head seemed to leak out through his eyes, leaving his mind blank and white. This was truly…

It was by far the sweetest, most beautiful, and most ecstatic taste among all the congratulations and gifts received today. It felt like no birthday cake was needed.

Because you are my gift, because I like you best. Nothing else was necessary. He just longed to unwrap the package, see the contents, and feel his heart race and be happy for the day he received you. He felt his body heating up from his face down, and thoughts of you filled his empty head to the point of bursting.

…Haa.

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, and ran his hands through his hair, gripping it tightly. 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 meet you even a moment sooner.