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Oboro didn’t expect anything.
Still, he couldn’t help but be disappointed.
It was a day like any other, which was kind of the problem. He walked into the classroom and Hizashi threw himself over his desk immediately, greeting him a good morning and babbling about what he figured they’d be doing in class that day. Shouta came up behind him and rested his arms against his shoulders, burying his chin into Oboro’s hair.
“Good morning,” he said softly. He’d probably already closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep for the last few moments that he could before they had to go back to their seats and pay attention to class.
By all means, it should be a good morning.
And it would be.
If it didn’t feel like his boyfriends forgot his birthday entirely.
“Are you okay, Oboro?” Hizashi interrupted his own rambles, looking at him with a frown.
Oboro blinked, shaking his head before summoning a bright smile onto his face. “I’m fine!”
Hizashi didn’t seem convinced, propping himself up onto his elbows to meet Oboro’s eyes, his glasses falling off-kilter to reveal concerned green eyes. “Are you sure? Your hair looks…”
“Sad,” Shouta finished for him, startling Oboro a little since he’d figured he was asleep. His arms moved from his shoulders and he moved around from to lean against his desk, shoving Hizashi a little bit so he could support his weight against the desk. “Is something wrong?”
“No!” Oboro laughed awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.
Like it wasn’t bad enough he could barely hide his emotions from Shouta and Hizashi to begin with, his hair made it no easier. The wisps of clouds intertwined throughout his hair had a way of… reflecting his mood. His hair was probably a little grey and droopy right now, and he sighed, shrugging his shoulders.
“I’m fine,” he repeated. “Don’t worry about it.”
“If you’re sure.” Hizashi frowned, seeming like he was going to say something else. Shouta kicked him underneath Oboro’s desk (and if he was trying to be subtle about it, he wasn’t at all), and Hizashi sighed before jumping into another set of his rambles.
Shouta lazily played with Hizashi’s hair while he rambled, Hizashi holding onto one of Oboro’s hands and tracing patterns against his fingers.
They had been busy the night before too, both of them. Usually, they did a little of their homework together before they split off to their own houses, but Shouta and Hizashi had both been in a rush to get home yesterday.
Which was fine, they didn’t have to do everything together…
Oboro just kind of liked their routine. It felt weird to have not spent any time with them yesterday, and now they didn’t even know it was his birthday.
It was fine!
“We’re still on for this afternoon, right? You’re not busy again?” Oboro asked when there was a pause in Hizashi’s story.
“No plans today!” Hizashi assured, grinning at him. Shouta nodded in agreement. “I was thinking maybe we could go to my house to do some homework? My mom would probably let you guys stay over for dinner too!”
“I have to go home for dinner,” Oboro said, heart sinking in the confirmation that at least Hizashi definitely had no idea that it was his birthday. “But I can come over for homework!”
“I have no plans. My parents aren’t home anyway.” Shouta shrugged.
Hizashi glanced at him. “Then you have to stay for dinner. Oboro, you sure you can’t get out of it?”
“I’m sure. My parents want me home.” Oboro gritted his teeth, feeling his hair droop into his face. Shouta elbowed Hizashi, but before Hizashi could say anything else, their teacher walked in and the two went to their desks.
Oboro didn’t pay the best attention to his classes on a good day, but since he was already distracted, he wasn’t sure how much he wrote at all. It was good he’d be doing homework with Hizashi and Shouta today, because Hizashi wouldn’t complain about letting him use his notes and figure it out from there.
Still, he went through his lessons doing the best that he could, distracting himself from the fact that Shouta and Hizashi had forgotten his birthday. They dragged him up to the rooftop for lunch, and Oboro felt himself caring much less that they’d forgotten.
It was still a good day. He loved Shouta and Hizashi both so much. They’d both brought him things in their lunches, as they all did for each other every couple days, and he found himself perking back up as he ate the sushi that his mom had packed special for him.
The rest of the day went much quicker, Oboro even managing to pay attention to his last few classes. He slung his backpack over his shoulder at the end of the day, joining hands with both of his boyfriends and swinging them between himself as he walked to Hizashi’s house.
Hizashi’s mom was sitting outside when they showed up, which was strange because… well, she usually was still working when they came back from school.
“Happy birthday, Oboro,” Hizashi said, and Oboro stopped walking.
“Happy birthday!” Hizashi’s mom exclaimed, standing up and grinning at him. Shouta started to laugh beside him and Oboro tried very hard not to let his mouth fall open wide.
“Come inside,” Shouta said, still holding onto Oboro’s hand. He tugged a few times before Oboro started to walk beside him, moving quickly to see what they’d planned.
Hizashi’s house was covered in decorations, with a table in the middle of the living room with a cake on top of it. Oboro let go of his boyfriends’ hands, rushing forward to look at the cake. He spun around to face them, turning back and forth again and again.
“Oh, and your parents said that you could eat dinner here. They’re coming over later.” Hizashi grinned wider.
“I thought you forgot,” Oboro whined, his eyes wide as he looked between his boyfriends and the cake on the table.
“I know,” Hizashi said, throwing his arms around Oboro’s neck and leaning his entire body weight against him. “You looked so sad.”
“He wanted to tell you,” Shouta said, snorting in laughter. He slid his arm around Oboro’s waist, tucking his head against his neck. “I told him you were stupid to think there was even a chance we’d forget.”
“You acted like nothing was happening!” Oboro exclaimed, turning to face both of them. Hizashi nearly tripped over himself, managing to right himself by grabbing onto Shouta’s arm. Shouta rolled his eyes, making sure he was on his feet before leaning against him instead.
“It was a logical deception,” Shouta said, his mouth opening into far too wide of a smile. Oboro shoved at his shoulder before throwing his arms around both of their necks, pulling them in close.
“You’re the worst,” he said, turning his head to kiss Hizashi and then Shouta, giggles escaping as he just held onto the two of them.
“I told you we should have just told him!” Hizashi complained, kissing Oboro again. “I’m sorry for making you sad, baby.”
“He’s not upset,” Shouta said, and Oboro could hear the laughter in his voice.
Hizashi made a distressed noise that was definitely overdramatic, pulling away from both of them. “He’s crying.”
“So are you.” Shouta laughed louder this time, barely managing to cover it with the back of his hand.
“I’m crying because you two are the best,” Oboro said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Did you make this?” He let go of his boyfriends to rush to the cake, staring down at it.
“Hizashi did,” Shouta said, coming up behind him and looking down at it. The cake was shaped like a cloud. A little lumpy, and not the cleanest decorating job, but unquestionably a cloud.
“Shouta helped!” Hizashi interjected, jumping onto the table. Shouta held his hands on the other side of the table to stabilize it. “Kind of,” he amended. “Shouta ate more icing than he put on the cake, but he stayed with me the whole time I made it.”
Shouta wrinkled his nose, shrugging. “He had it handled. I still had homework to do.”
Oboro laughed. “This is why you two couldn’t hang out yesterday either?”
“Yep!” Hizashi slid off of the table, walking to the other side of the kitchen to grab a knife. “I wanted to have you over for a little bit so we could work on homework together, but we didn’t want you finding out before today.”
Shouta took the knife from Hizashi and began to slice the cake while Hizashi ran off again to grab some plates. Shouta plated three slices of cake, handing the first to Oboro. “Happy birthday,” he said as he handed a fork to him, taking his own and immediately sticking it into his slice of cake, taking a bite and chewing quietly.
“Happy birthday, Oboro!” Hizashi parroted, grinning widely at him.
“I love you.” Oboro took a bite of the cake, chewing quietly for a moment. It was strawberry, and the two had attempted to layer it. It wasn’t the best cake Oboro had ever tasted, but it was still his favorite cake he’d ever had. “I love you two so much.”
“Love you too!” Hizashi blew a kiss in Oboro’s direction with a loud laugh. “Now we just have to figure out how to top this for next year,” Hizashi said thoughtfully, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.
“No matter what you do,” Oboro said, plopping down beside Hizashi and taking another large bite of the cake, “I’m sure it’ll be awesome!”
“Chew before you speak,” Shouta sighed, but sat down across from the two of them anyway. “Love you too,” he added, not bothering to hide the soft smile as he looked at both of them.