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Idia laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. He didn't know exactly what time it was, just that it was early enough that even a morning person wouldn't wanna get up at that time. Idia didn't know what it was, but he had a nagging gut feeling he was an early morning baby. Causing his mom to be in labour during the wee hours of the morning instead of getting the sleep she needed. Just more of his bad luck. To top it off, he didn't even get his Premo birthday merch. His birthday hasn't even started yet, and it's terrible.
A soft ping brought him out of his trace. At first he just thought it was his birthday rewards, but then it happened again. Idia picked up his phone and opened it. They were text messages.
One was a formal message from Azul, who wrote an entire paragraph about both being house wardens and running game club together. Though it ended with something saying that if he should come to the lounge, he might, just might, consider giving him a free small dessert. Idia rolled his eyes, but a small smile slipped out.
The next was from “Muscle Red.” The gaming buddy sent him best wishes and not to grow up too quickly. Strangely reminiscent of an old man.
Then he got to the last one. It was from Cater. This one Idia actually opened to read.
“Hey Idia, Happy B-day. I know you probably didn't get much sleep cause you were either gaming or rethinking being born, so get some sleep mister. Anyways, enjoy your special day. Birthday kisses, mwah mwah. Love ya 😘”
Idia's face was burning. He dropped his phone as pink spread through his hair. He was so busy wallowing in birthday depression that he had forgotten he had a boyfriend.
Idia doesn't know how he pulled one of the school's extroverts. The orange haired boy just made his heart flutter. He even related to Idia in a way.
Idia picked his phone back up before typing some words.
“ILY too, Cater. Ty.” He stared at the message. Was this up to Cater standard? He thought about it before the door slammed open, causing him to jump and hit the send button.
“Big brother. Happy Birthday,” Ortho said excitedly. The boy always loved birthdays, even strangers'. Idia stared at the sent message. Guess he had no choice. Fate had already decided.
“This is it, Ortho. RIP. Game over” Idia laid back on his bed as the delivered icon changed to read. Ortho chuckled at his older brother before Idia's phone pinged again. He hesitantly picked it up before melting back into his blanket, a blushing mess. Ortho picked up the phone and read the message.
“You're welcome, Firefly. Have a good day.”
Ortho smiled. He was glad Idia had someone. Under the covers, Idia secretly smiled, too.