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Snuggled under four blankets and surrounded by his boyfriends, Shikatani feels more loved than he’s felt in a long time.
“Happy birthday,” Itome whispers into Shikatani’s ear, shifting his position so that he can better wrap an arm around the other boy’s thin body. Shikatani leans into the embrace, lets his tired eyes close. He very much wishes that it could be his birthday everyday.
From the other side of Shikatani comes a hum. “Have you had a great day so far?” chirps out Akemi’s voice, the blond leaning in to nuzzle his head against the crook of Shikatani’s neck.
Shikatani thinks.
Toono had beamed at him as he had walked into the club room, handing Shikatani a small purple bag. “Me and Kashima decided we wanted to give you something special. Yacchan chipped in a little, too,” then the brunet’s voice had softened a few pitches, “Thank you for everything, Shikatani. Happy birthday.”
The gift had been a short, purple silk slip dress. The neckline, decorated with thin, delicate strips of lace, dipped down in a V. Shikatani had almost squealed when he tried it on, had felt a rush of adoration course through him when Toono told him that he looked beautiful.
Kashima had complimented it too, giving Shikatani the signature dazzling smile of his. “I knew it would look perfect on you,” he had chuckled. “Happy birthday, Shikatani.”
Even Yacchan had given him a grin as they passed in the hallway, the ginger whispering a quick “happy birthday” into Shikatani’s ear as they had passed each other.
Tamura and Yuri had bought him two sets of lingerie; one black and one white. The black set was simple, made of silk and with a small bow adorning the spot where the cups of the bra met. The white set was made of lace and was completely translucent, and Shikatani could’ve sworn he was going to tear it with how thin the fabric was. His favorite part of their gift was the sheer chemise that they had got him as well; dark purple and decorated with black lace on the hems, it complemented the black lingerie set perfectly (and made him look, in the words of Tamura, “sexy as hell”).
From his cozy spot in the bed, Shikatani can see the light reflecting off the chemise and dress hanging in his closet.
He can also just glimpse the scribbles of handwriting that line the inside of the card that sits on his nightstand.
Shikatani,
Happy birthday! I’m so happy to get to spend another year with you— and this time, it’ll be the three of us together!
Remember that we love you and that we want to be there for you. You’re not alone anymore; we’ll be right here whenever you need us, okay~!
Love,
Akemi〜♡
Underneath the bubbly text is a softer, slanted scrawl;
Shika-chan,
Happy birthday. I love you.
It’s easier to write what I feel than it is for me to say it. So I want to tell you what I feel here, so that you’ll always know it.
You mean so much to me. And not just to me, but to Akemi, and all of your underclassmen. You take care of all of us without expecting anything in return. I’m so happy to have you in my life, and even happier to have you as a boyfriend.
Here’s to another year of being by your side.
Love,
Itome
“Yeah,” Shikatani finally says, blinking the tears out of his eyes, “Today’s been great.”
“Good,” Akemi smiles, pressing a kiss to Shikatani’s jaw. Itome repeats the gesture, just barely ghosting his lips against Shikatani’s pale skin, before also whispering a soft “good”.
Yeah, Shikatani thinks for the first time in a while.
It’s all good.