For Makoto's birthday . . .
Mondo and his gang hosted a series of wonderful events like-
A marvellous singing performance of Makoto’s favourite songs by the best singer of the gang.
A breathtaking fire dance by the best dancers of the gang.
Takemichi’s majestic ribbon dance.
Then, the birthday boy made a wish and blew out the candles on a scrumptious birthday cake prepared by the best chef of the gang while everyone sang him ‘Happy Birthday, Makoto!’.
Chihiro presented a game prototype based on Makoto’s childhood ideas on the ‘perfect video game’.
Kiyotaka cooked Makoto’s favourite meal, rice & curry. It was comparable to Makoto’s mother’s own cooking!
Leon gifted him a lot of presents and made a grandiose speech about why Makoto was his best ‘bro’.
Nagito took him to a fancy restaurant where they enacted the famous ‘spaghetti scene’ from ‘The Lady and the Tramp’ with yakisoba.
And in the end, Makoto talked about his special day with his beloved family.
Happy Birthday Makoto!
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I know you answered a zombie au ask just yesterday, but, do you have any more drafts of Makoto interacting with his class? Or class 77?
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"...Thirty-six...Thirty-seven...Thirty-eight..."
"Can she tell if you don't do all fifty?" Nagito asked, a curious tilt to his head as he ate a handful of popcorn, watching Makoto brush one of Junko's somehow-intact pigtails.
"Yeah, she can tell." (Makoto interspersed his counting throughout his explanation.) "I always thought she was joking when she said fifty, but one day I tried it, and it actually curbs a lot of her, uh, mischief."
In fact, Junko was genuinely falling asleep, her head dipping to rest against his knee.
Nagito looked fascinated. "You mean, she notices if you skip numbers or-?"
"Yep. If I try to cheat, she acts out again."
"Amazing. That seems to mean she can still count!"
"I guess so."
"Does she still talk?"
"Noises, mostly. Sometimes she says words, but they seem random. When Kyoko says words, they're definitely related to what she means to say. I'm not sure if Junko still understands what she's saying or if she just remembers the sounds of some words." He switched sides. "One...two..."
"She's putting a bone in your sock," Nagito observed.
Junko's eyes were still closed, and her body was still relaxing against Makoto's leg, but her hand had found his ankle and slipped a sparrow's vertebrae as deep into his sock as she could get it. It looked like she did it just absentmindedly.
"Yeah, she does that. It's fine. I'll take it out later. The real problem is when she pretends to choke on a bone so I'll get close enough for her to bite. She's really good at it."
"Hmm." Nagito smiled absently. He set aside his popcorn to help Ibuki un-snag her shirt from one of her piercings, but his mind was still on the previous topic, as evidenced by him shortly inquiring, "Do you like it when they bite you?"
"Like it? What do you mean?"
"Well, at some point, doesn't it start to seem like a sign of affection?"
"Oh, that. I guess in a way, yeah. I mean, they're definitely not doing it because they want to hurt us. It's just part of how they communicate. It's to show us what they're feeling."
"Exactly!"
Makoto wasn't sure what to make of Nagito's big grin, but he did his best. "It's pretty reassuring, how they can still make sure we understand them. It shows that they're still themselves, even though they're different in a lot of ways."
"Still themselves," Nagito echoed wistfully.
"...Forty-eight...Forty-nine...Fifty." Makoto finished at last with the other pigtail and carefully maneuvered Junko to sleep on something other than him. While he was getting her settled, Leon took the hairbrush and started brandishing it at him, but he merely said, "Sorry, but my hands need a rest. We'll do it later, okay?"
Leon tried to forcibly wrap Makoto's hand around the brush, and when Makoto stood his ground about taking a break, Leon huffed and threw it so hard across the room that he cracked the leg of a desk.
"You're just gonna have to go get it," Makoto said wearily.
Leon stalked away to get the brush.
Nagito offered Makoto some of his popcorn. He took a few kernels.
"That's one way he's different," Makoto said. "Leon never wanted anyone to touch his hair before."
"The dye job looks good," Nagito observed. "It was your first time, right?"
"Yeah. They sent me instructions with the dye, though, when I told them how agitated he was about his roots growing in." Makoto smiled at the memory. It had been difficult to dye Leon's hair, but he did feel like it had brought them closer. "My hands were stained for days."
Nagito looked at him a little oddly. Almost...sadly? No, that wasn't quite it.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Then, what are you thinking about?"
Nagito took some more popcorn, affecting a casual look. "Just that it's ironic, that's all."
"Ironic? That...my hands were stained? Or...?"
"Ah, Teruteru!" Nagito sighed, pulling his bag of popcorn out of the way too late to stop Teruteru from dropping a handful of bloody meat into it. "Well, that's a shame. We had so much left."
Makoto couldn't help thinking that Nagito was usually better at anticipating Teruteru's acts of food vandalism, and that he seemed relieved for the change of subject.
But he guessed it wasn't that big a deal, so he moved on. "Hina and Sakura always love having Nekomaru over. It's nice to see them having fun."
"I've been thinking about that," Nagito said. "What if, every now and then, we took the athletes outside? They really do need more room to run around."
What? Makoto checked to see if he was serious. "Outside? Where the reserve course are?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure most of them are hunkered down in the reserve course buildings. And if we both do it together, then we can both make sure there aren't any problematic consequences. I think Peko and Sakura will stop the others from going too far."
"Yeah, maybe they would..." Makoto frowned. "But I still don't- Oh, hold that thought; Syo has scissors again." He sprang to his feet. "Byakuya! Help?"
Hina ended up being the one to restrain Syo, who had come perilously close to cutting off Hiyoko's ponytail.
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(For the record, I assume the colorful hair and eyes are the characters' natural features until given contrary evidence, but Leon does say that his hair is dyed, like, the first time we meet him, so.)
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