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All he wanted to do that day was sleep until noon, go to his afternoon classes at Yonan, and go to cycling club. Did that happen? Like hell it did. His phone was buzzing up a storm from numerous text messages, all saying Happy Birthday, with it either being as simple as that or saying something really sappy. If there was two things that Arakita hated, was one; being woken up too damn early and two; sappy shit. Both in the same day, both in under ten seconds, he swears, just fills him with much rage to the point where he wants to throw his phone at the wall. And he would too, if university didn't take so much money from him with books and food and everything else and he had the funds to afford a new phone.
Arakita hugs his pillow, letting out a loud groan although muffled from his face being buried into it. His phone is buzzing on the floor, most likely his mom, dad, or one of his two sisters calling to wish him a happy birthday. He had several missed calls, he noticed, when he checked his text messages, but he can't be bothered to answer calls right now. But he swears, if his phone doesn't stop buzzing soon, he's going to scream at the top of his lungs.
And it stops, but only for a few moments before it buzzes again. Arakita lifts his head up from the pillow and grinds his teeth together in frustration, rolling onto his side to grab his phone from the phone. He doesn't even bother looking at the caller ID as he slides the green button on his phone.
“What. The fuck. Do you-”
“Arakita?”
Arakita finds the next word stuck in his throat when he hears the voice on the other line. He brings the phone away from his ear and squints as he reads the caller ID. Fuku-chan. Fukutomi knows how irritable he gets – hell, he got in a fight with that damn guy way back; he has to know! - but Arakita rarely ever yells at him now since they had gotten together. Sure it's long distance, with different universities and all, but they make it work.
“I apologize, did I wake you?” Fukutomi asks and Arakita feels his face heating up. Embarrassed? Maybe.
“You and several other damn people,” Arakita responds with a grumble, sitting up in his bed and rubbing at the back of his head. “I fucking swear, no one lets me sleep.”
“Ah, you better rest up after club today.”
“How come?”
“And tomorrow, actually-”
“Fuku-chan,” Arakita groans, the palm his hand hitting his forehead, creating a smack. “why the fuck should I rest up.”
Fukutomi grows quiet for a moment before responding, “Come the weekend, you won't be getting much sleep. If you get what I mean.”
He and Fukutomi celebrated Valentine's Day and White Day late before due to their universities, so they'd celebrate his birthday later, too. He takes a moment to get those words through his head before his face turns hotter, right up to his ears and down his neck. He can't believe what Fukutomi just said! Arakita's speechless now, the only thing coming from him is sounds of shock. The grip on his phone tightens before swallowing hard.
“Fuku-chan, oh my god--”
“Toudou gave me two vouchers to this nice restaurant so I plan on taking you there before we hit a hotel. Like I said, you won't get much sleep after that.”
Arakita nearly whines, “You don't.. have to do all that! Honestly! Just a damn happy birthday would be fine!”
“I'm sure that the next person who says those two words to you will be hit. You've been told that a lot today, haven't you?”
Which is true, and most likely a thousand more times come noon when he goes to class. Arakita huffs, running his hand through his short locks.
“Okay fine, whatever. Do whatever you want..”
“Alright. I'll send you the details soon.”
“Whatever..”
“And Arakita?”
“What?”
“Happy Birthday. I love you.”
Arakita nearly drops his phone after that. Fuck Fuku-chan. Seriously!