ยทห เผ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ โช short drabble, fluffy, blacl!reader soft!toji
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เผโงโห. ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ toji hated his birthday. but you wanted to make atleast one special for him to remember.
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๐๐๐๐. happy birthday toji!, In all consideration this Is my first birthday au and I had fun writing this. to be honest seeing crunchyrolls post about his birthday gave me a writing idea ๐ญ enjoy my lovely's.
โ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐น๐ป๐ฏ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ป ! โ - ๐ป๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ผ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ถ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
โ ๐ป๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ -december 31st. the day he was the born and the day the torture started.
he always hated his birthday considering he never did anything for It. never got a gift or even a birthday cake, this was the day he hated the most which Is why most people didn't bother to get him anything. of course this didn't bother him. something this little wasn't enough to make him bothered in the slightest bit. It was the morning of, waking up to the sun peaking through the all white curtains. stretching his arms out with a big yawn rolling over to wrap his hands around you..only to find your pillow In your place.
he furrowed his eyebrows, lifting the blankets up to see your pillow and not you In your assigned place. he frowned pulling the blankets off his body to stand up going on a search for you, whenever he didn't see you In bed the only place he could think of was either your art studio across from the bedroom or In the living room watching your tv show wrapped In a blanket. he went to the art studio first only to see everything untouched and cold. the next place he went was the living room, again untouched and not bothered, where could you be? his heavy foot steps echoed through the house as he continued to search for you, the last place he could think of was the kitchen. you're probably In there making breakfast or something, he grumbled under his breath making his way towards the kitchen to see It's untouched but something laying on the island.
he raised a brow In confusion walking towards the wrapped box that had a letter on top of It and a plate of his favorite food. his heart sped up as he saw the letter say "open me first!." he flipped the letter open to see your neat hand writing, reading through It.
โ happy birthday baby :). I know how much you HATE celebrating your birthday but I wanted to make this one special for you. I of course going all out, I went out my way to get you something I know you'll like. It might give you memories, happy one's I hope and I made your favorite food! I hope you enjoy your gift my love. - y/n
he set down the letter, moving his hand to tear open the wrapped box, opening It to reveal a blade. It was his blade. no actually It was something similar to his old one, as soon as he touched the handle, lifting It up to examine It memories started to flood In. went ti a time where he taught you how to use this blade, to him showing off how he uses It as you watched him on a rock practicing when you guys were teens. so many memories from this exact blade made his heart Increase, he's never had this reaction before. you were standing behind him, with your arms behind you smiling. you were so happy he had a positive reaction Instead of a negative, you didn't know If you should've gotten him that or got him something else but of course shiu advised to get It for him.
you're glad It went as planned.
"you like your gift?." you asked, watching as he turned around with a look that read happiness and hesitation. he was confused, he was happy? he set down the blade walking towards you, Instantly lifting you off the ground giving you a hug. you giggled out of surprised wrapping your legs around his waist hugging him back, he hid his face In the crook of your neck mumbling thank yous In a low voice. you laughed at his reaction, feeling your heart warm for him. "you're such a baby." you teased, raking your hands through his hair hearing a scoff, "you didn't have to do this for me." he said pulled his face back from your neck to look at you being face to face, you rolled your eyes grabbing his cheeks with both hands pecking his lips, "but I did and I wanted to. I wanted you to at least enjoy one birthday out of the 40 others you missed." you pat his shoulders unwrapping your legs, feeling his hold let go of you as you walked towards the kitchen leaving him with furrowed eyebrows. "40? I'm not that old." you smiled shaking your head, "you're getting close~" he rolled his eyes, walking back to the island table picking his blade back up.
"where did you get this from?"
"let's just say I had some help finding the exact one." you smiled, "one more thing. I know how much you dislike going out, especially In the city. so..I decided to prepare something special for you." he raised a brow, "like what?" "I made some snacks yesterday night while you were sleep and I got us a couple of movies to watch, and later tonight I'll cook you whatever you want."
he didn't deserve you.
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Another year passed, another year ending. This had been the eleventh since Toji had died.
The next day, another year was beginning. It would be the twelfth since Toji had died.
The fireworks lit the sky. The entire world was celebrating.
โHappy birthday, Toji-kun.โ
Down below, there was the festival, everyone was happy, having fun, dressed in their decorative yukatas and masks. Naoya used to walk those crowded alleys between the booths holding on to Tojiโs yukata sleeve, a kitsune mask on his head. An oni mask on Tojiโs. Playing the games, eating the street food, milling with the crowds.
When the fireworks were about to start, theyโd find a tall building nearby, go up onto the roof, like where Naoya was standing now, after walking through the festival alone, partaking in nothing. But still he walked the crowded alleyways between the booths, holding on to the sleeve of a ghost.
The fireworks were stunning, as always. But Naoya missed the way the light had played on Tojiโs scarred face, danced on the surfaces of his dark eyes.
โItโs like the entire world is celebrating your birthday. A festival and fireworks just for you. With your birthday, the entire year, for everyone, is starting anew.โ
โNaoya,โ Tojiโs hand on his head, ruffling his hair, fireworks blossoming above them, whistling, exploding, colorful thunder in the clouds, rainshowers of laughing sparks, โthe only one who celebrates my birthday is you.โ
Naoya watched the fireworks, felt the sizzling lights on the backs of his retina, an entire symphony of lurid color and sound in his head, but he was the only one who heard it playing for Toji. He didnโt think even Toji had heard it.
Thank you for existing.
Naoya had tapped it with his fingers on the back of Tojiโs hand, had hummed it with his breaths, had danced it with his buoyant feet, had held the shape of it in his grinning teeth. He didnโt know, though, if Toji had ever realized the words that were caught in his throat like a cloud dragon that had swallowed too many stars.
They stung in Naoyaโs eyes with the fireworks, now.
Thank you for having existed.
It had been eleven years since Toji had died, seventeen since Toji had left the Zenโin clan, and Naoya never had seen him again. Toji always had been leagues ahead of him. Naoya had always run after him, but Toji had always easily outpaced him. Naoya was still chasing, but he hadnโt caught up to him yet.
โThe only one who celebrates my birthday is you, Naoya.โ
Toji-kun, donโt say that like thatโs nothing. When I die, nobody will celebrate my birthday at all. Nobody will be glad that </i>I<i> existed.
Toji-kun, why didnโt you realize that you meant something to </i>me?
Youโre not truly dead, Toji-kun. Not when Iโm haunted by your ghost.
The fireworks were in their finale, a grand crescendo of bangs and glittery, shivery flashes of radiant flowers rainingโand then all dissipated to smoke, streaking dirty across the sky, ghost images faded and blown gently to smears in the air.
All beautiful things came to an end. Tojiโs life was no exception. Toji had been like a living god, but not even the immortal were forever.
The old year was over. It was the start of a new year. The eighteenth since Naoya had seen Toji, the twelfth since Toji had died. Naoya would be turning twenty-seven. When he was a kid the entire Zenโin clan had celebrated it, but it had been mostly a political affair, the clan showing off for the other sorcerer clans, the entire shebang. He was an adult now, and his birthday wasnโt celebrated anymore. Not even he celebrated it. Not when, with Toji gone, there was no one he wanted to celebrate his life with. He didnโt tell himself โHappy birthday, Naoya,โ on that date; he told himself, โYou survived another year. Good for you. Congrats on still being too proud to kill yourself.โ
He hoped that that wasnโt the kind of thing that Toji had told himself on his birthday, when heโd watched the fireworks with subdued eyes while Naoya held onto his sleeve and watched not the fire blossoms in the sky, but their warm light that bathed Tojiโs face and the scar through the corner of his lips that Naoya just wanted to see smiling.
Toji-kun, hey, Toji-kun.
Happy birthday.
Thank you for existing.
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thinking about new yearโs eve with toji fushiguro.
the year ends on his birthday, so heโs not accustomed to being celebrated at all. he spends the day sleeping in and paying no mind to the festivities that are taking place outside. he wakes up as he always does and works as he always does and maybe watches some tv before the clock strikes twelve.
except this year ends on a different note. because youโre there.ย
itโs eleven forty five and heโs lounging on a sofa, staring at the tv with dazed eyes, when you come in, humming a song heโs not familiar with โ one that wishes him a happy birthday. youโre holding a small pastry in your hands with a lit candle on top and the fire of it makes you look like a haloed angel.ย
he sits up on the sofa, and you sit in front of him.
โmake a wish,โ you whisper. and he knows what to answer.ย
this. this, forever.
he blows out the candle and you clap a little with a soft smile, and for a split second he forgets about all those shit birthdays and tattered hopes; for a split second he celebrates it all at once: turning five and eleven and twenty-three and thirty-one. all in one blow.
he takes the dessert and splits it in two brusquely โ the only way he knows how to do things โ before offering you half. you take it with a smile.
soon, itโs eleven fifty-nine and the world looks a little brighter than it did last year at this time. thereโs hope. thereโs a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach akin to a small childโs illusion. thereโs a happiness he never thought heโd get back.
the clock goes
three . . .ย
two . . .ย
one .
and with a kiss, the new year starts.
tagging ! @yunymphs + @sugusat0us (biggest maeji supporters โก)
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