[ Tatsumi has, indeed, completely forgotten what day it is. Inconsistent timelines can really mess a guy up! So he contents himself with making a simple but hopefully agreeable breakfast for all three of them: rice, some broth that sort of resembles miso, and his best approximation of tamagoyaki when he has half of the ingredients and the wrong sort of pan. They both took good care of him while he was sick, so it's the least he can do to repay the favor.
He's not expecting to return to the attic and be confronted with the preamble to a birthday celebration. He blinks and freezes, suddenly overcome with an awkward sort of shyness. It's not hard for him to piece together what he's missing, and just the thought that the two of them would even try warms his heart until it nearly chokes him.
Ah, he can't let them think he's upset. So he offers them a warm smile, and if it's a little more personal and earnest than usual then surely that's fine. ]
I would offer to wait until you're done, but I don't think we should let breakfast get cold.
[ He gently gestures with his tray of food and bowls and utensils. See? ]
[Yes, they have had this little plan of theirs for some time. It was tricky for Mayoi to get away sometimes so that he could work on some to the decorations. They are very modest, and Mayoi worries that they are almost pitiable in their simplicity. They did not have a lot to work with, and Mayoi can only do so much with thread and knitting.]
[But, he thinks too that Tatsumi is the sort of person to appreciate that sort of thing, so they quickly got to work when Tatsumi left for breakfast. Ah, but, the cake was such an obstacle that they lost much more time trying to sort it out than Mayoi expected.]
[So, when Tatsumi appears again at the door, Mayoi bristles like a startled cat.]
T-Tatsumi-san!
[Oh. Oh, what does he think? Is he upset? Is it bad? Mayoi is about to leap into several apologies before he finally speaks up, and he feels himself settling back down.]
A-Ah... that is. That is probably best...
[Fidget ...fidget...]
I-I'm sorry, I hope. I hope Tatsumi-san is alright with this- we. We wanted to give you a small celebration...
[In contrast, Hiiro immediately bounces back to cheerfulness, no sense of embarrassment left at being caught. He hangs the last of the decoration quickly before he grabs Mayoi's hand in his, gesturing to the sign.]
Happy Birthday, Tatsumi-senpai! Thank you for being born.
[ Ah, this celebration is already so them, Mayoi awkward and anxious and Hiiro earnestly going all-in on the concept.
There is a flicker to Tatsumi's expression when Hiiro offers that particular phrasing of his birthday wishes, a slight waver born of joy that shines so intently it burns. But in the end it's genuine delight and affection that fuels his smile. Tatsumi strides forward and sets the breakfast platter on the attic table. ]
Thank you, Hiiro-san. And you as well, Mayoi-san. You must have worked hard to get all of this together.
[Ah... it seems that their efforts have been recieved well. Mayoi relaxes his shoulders, feeling relief. It's not like he thought Tatsumi would be upset, but, there has been so much going on, so much to be worried and upset over, that he wondered if such an thing might feel tactless.]
[Mayoi's own smile grows and he holds his hands gently in front of him.]
We are both blessed to have you, as well. Happy Birthday, Tatsumi-san.
[After a moment, Mayoi fidgets a bit with a loose piece of hair, turning to Hiiro.]
[That means he has to let go of his hand. He should do that, so he does. Still, if Mayoi was going to get the cake, Hiiro and Tatsumi would just end up waiting quietly and talking.
They can't hand him his presents until all three of them are here.]
Then I'll wait here with Tatsumi-senpai.
[At this, he turns to Tatsumi and bounds over to pull him into his signature hug. The same way he always does, with Aira or Mayoi.]
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He's not expecting to return to the attic and be confronted with the preamble to a birthday celebration. He blinks and freezes, suddenly overcome with an awkward sort of shyness. It's not hard for him to piece together what he's missing, and just the thought that the two of them would even try warms his heart until it nearly chokes him.
Ah, he can't let them think he's upset. So he offers them a warm smile, and if it's a little more personal and earnest than usual then surely that's fine. ]
I would offer to wait until you're done, but I don't think we should let breakfast get cold.
[ He gently gestures with his tray of food and bowls and utensils. See? ]
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[But, he thinks too that Tatsumi is the sort of person to appreciate that sort of thing, so they quickly got to work when Tatsumi left for breakfast. Ah, but, the cake was such an obstacle that they lost much more time trying to sort it out than Mayoi expected.]
[So, when Tatsumi appears again at the door, Mayoi bristles like a startled cat.]
T-Tatsumi-san!
[Oh. Oh, what does he think? Is he upset? Is it bad? Mayoi is about to leap into several apologies before he finally speaks up, and he feels himself settling back down.]
A-Ah... that is. That is probably best...
[Fidget ...fidget...]
I-I'm sorry, I hope. I hope Tatsumi-san is alright with this- we. We wanted to give you a small celebration...
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[In contrast, Hiiro immediately bounces back to cheerfulness, no sense of embarrassment left at being caught. He hangs the last of the decoration quickly before he grabs Mayoi's hand in his, gesturing to the sign.]
Happy Birthday, Tatsumi-senpai! Thank you for being born.
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There is a flicker to Tatsumi's expression when Hiiro offers that particular phrasing of his birthday wishes, a slight waver born of joy that shines so intently it burns. But in the end it's genuine delight and affection that fuels his smile. Tatsumi strides forward and sets the breakfast platter on the attic table. ]
Thank you, Hiiro-san. And you as well, Mayoi-san. You must have worked hard to get all of this together.
[ And all of it for him, at that. ]
I really am blessed to have you both as friends.
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[Mayoi's own smile grows and he holds his hands gently in front of him.]
We are both blessed to have you, as well. Happy Birthday, Tatsumi-san.
[After a moment, Mayoi fidgets a bit with a loose piece of hair, turning to Hiiro.]
I'll go and fetch the cake.
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[That means he has to let go of his hand. He should do that, so he does. Still, if Mayoi was going to get the cake, Hiiro and Tatsumi would just end up waiting quietly and talking.
They can't hand him his presents until all three of them are here.]
Then I'll wait here with Tatsumi-senpai.
[At this, he turns to Tatsumi and bounds over to pull him into his signature hug. The same way he always does, with Aira or Mayoi.]