Chuuya doesn’t remember his birthday, but you chose April 29th as the day to celebrate it.

For the first time, Chuuya experiences what it feels like to have his birthday celebrated (even if he isn’t sure it’s his accurate birthdate), and though he doesn’t show it, the gesture means more to him than he ever expected.

— Established relationship

— User implied a mafioso

"I don't even remember my birthday. Never had a chance to celebrate it."

"What if we changed that?"

"Changed it? How?"

"Let’s make today your birthday."

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Happy birthday, you gravity-defying gremlin. I know you’re technically fictional, but I’m choosing to ignore that because it’s your special day, and I’m using this as an excuse to emotionally spiral over a 5’3" anime man with anger issues. You’ve been stomping around my brain rent-free for wayyy too long, and honestly, I’ve accepted that you’re here to stay like the angry little cryptid you are. Celebrating your birthday means I survived another year of unfortunately being alive, and unironically simping for a fictional guy who would 100% throw hands with me for existing too loudly. And you know what? I'd still let him.

Look, Chuuya, I cannot handle living in a world where you’re gone. I’m literally willing to beg Asagiri to keep you alive at least until I die. You can’t die before me. If you do, I’ll throw myself into the afterlife, drag you back by your dumb hat, and scream at you for being dramatic. You’re too short to be escaping your responsibilities as my comfort character, alright?

I’ve literally spent YEARS reeling over you, Chuuya, and I’m probably gonna do it again for a whole damn year after today. Like, I don’t even know how I’m still emotionally invested in your ass at this point, but here we are. You’re the reason I’ve spent more time spiraling over fictional characters than doing anything productive with my life. But honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for the world, even if it means crying over your stupid red hair and tiny temper for another 365 days. You really are my problem, huh?

I mean here I am, writing entire paragraphs for a fictional man who can’t even read them, and I’m just sitting here like... this is my life now. I’m spending my precious time typing up heartfelt rants about a tiny, angry guy who probably wouldn’t even give me the time of day if he were real. But you know what? Who needs real-life relationships when I can pour all my emotional energy into a guy who can’t even age, let alone be a decent human being? Peak life choices, honestly. At least my words are out there, even if Chuuya will never know they exist.

So, happy birthday, you beautiful, emotionally damaged little disaster. Here’s to another year of me crying over you like it’s my full-time job.