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There was something about being effectively immortal that seemed to take the joy out of birthdays, or so Yuuji had told you. Of course, he still celebrated yours each year with the same vigour you’d expect from if he was the twenty something year old his body appeared to be, and you appreciated him for it endlessly. When it came to his birthday though, he seemed to always insist on it passing quietly. At first, you’d been understanding. Surely, his birthday served as a reminder of all the people who were no longer with him, the people he’d shared birthdays with in the past. But he always did some sort of tribute on the anniversary of their deaths, so surely it wasn’t that. Then you wondered if it was a sour reminder of all the time that had passed, and how his body remained largely unchanging. But, he consistently laughed and joked about it with you, that he could be eighty and still in his prime. So, surely not that?
In the end, you came to one conclusion - he was bored. He’d done it all, had dozens of birthdays alone or with friends who’d outaged him and couldn’t keep up with him or plan on his behalf. Maybe it was silly, but there was only one way to find out. So, you got to planning.
You considered everything that you’d learned about Yuuji in your time together, and ultimately when it came down to your options, there was one thing that stuck out to you above all. Food. One of his favourite pass times was simply lazing around and watching the food network to see what was being made, and he’d once told you that there wasn’t a single food he’d ever eaten that he disliked.
Just going to a restaurant was out of the question though, that wouldn’t be exciting. So, it was up to you to come up with something better. Thankfully, you’d begun your planning - and therefore your saving - months in advance of his birthday because you were determined to make this one special, something to remember.
When Yuuji woke up on the day itself, you weren’t in the bed beside him. He patted around with a grunt, pushing himself up to look around for any sign you were nearby, feeling for your cursed energy in the house. He, after a moment, identified you in the kitchen which eased some anxiety that had no real place in the calm life that he led now. With that boxed away, he turned to check the time. 7am. What the hell were you doing awake and out of bed at 7am? Reluctantly, he decided to haul ass out of bed and go to find you, wearing just his boxers because why bother putting anything on? You liked it when he walked around shirtless anyway.
He looped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder with a soft hum.
“Is this breakfast?” He asked, looking down at the toast you were buttering.
“It is. Just something light because we have lunch plans. But I was hoping to make it breakfast in bed.” You replied with a soft sigh, though once you were done your hand reached for his to link your fingers together.
“We have lunch plans?” Yuuji questioned, pressing a kiss to your jaw, thumb rubbing idly over your knuckles.
“We do. A special surprise for my lover.” You replied, turning in Yuuji’s hold to be able to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You didn’t acknowledge the day, not yet, lest you scare him off.
“I’ll get settled on the sofa then, let you finish here.”
Breakfast went smoothly, with you sat in Yuuji’s lap on the sofa, watching whatever you could find on the TV that entertained you, for however brief the time was. Once the food was eaten, the plate simply got set aside on the coffee table and Yuuji dragged you down to lay on top of him on the sofa.
“I missed my morning cuddles.” He mumbled as explanation then said nothing further, just left his arms looped around your waist and turned back to the TV. It was a simple life that the two of you led, which you appreciated more than you could say. No drama, no fuss. Just the two of you.
At exactly midday, there was a knock at the door.
“Is that our lunch plans? Because I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten.” Yuuji asked as you climbed off of him to go to the door.
“It is.” You confirmed with a grin, opening the door to display a stranger - at least to Yuuji, you seemed to know who you were talking to. After a moment of small talk, you let the stranger into the house. You escorted the guy through to the kitchen, and finally Yuuji was curious enough to get off the sofa and pad through to the kitchen.
“Yuuji, this is chef Minato, he’s going to be making lunch for us.” You told him with a grin, hopping up onto the kitchen island.
“You hired a chef for us?” Yuuji asked, padding over to step between your thighs, hands resting there on your thighs, thumbs rubbing over the skin.
“I thought it’d be different, y’know? Something special.” At that, Yuuji paused, looking at you with a single brow raised.
“Why?” He asked, suspicion dripping from his words.
“Well, today is special.” You casually replied, though your little mischievous smile was a dead giveaway.
“Why’s that?”
“Well, a very special boy survived another year.” Yuuji softly sighed, but reached up to cup your face gently, the smile on his face tender.
“I told you - we don’t need to celebrate my birthday.”
“Maybe we don’t need to, but maybe I want to. Maybe, just once, I want to make you feel special, the way you do for me.” He tilted his head to press his lips to yours, thumb rubbing idly over your cheekbone.
“I love you.” He said softly, lifting you from the counter to get you out of the chef’s space. He carried you back over towards the sofa, sitting down with you in his lap.
“I love you too, Yuu.” You softly replied, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips. It didn’t matter how good the food was or wasn’t, or what the rest of the day looked like - in that moment, nothing else mattered, because you loved each other and what could be more important than that?