( she sort of expected something, to be honest. waking up feels like any other day though, missing home even if she doesn't entirely miss the responsibilities that come with it (in her memories), though her phone going off with the cheerful reminder that it's the third of march, her ~birthday~, tells her otherwise. she goes through her usual routine, picture-perfect arashi narukami ready for the day, and yet stepping out of her room and breathing in the sweet scent of breakfast still gives her pause.
she retreats back to her room just once to put on her new jewelry, exchanging her usual fare for the gifts thoughtfully picked out for her, and joins them with all the spirit and cheer that she always carries with her. not a single bit of breakfast goes to waste, though she lightly chides them that they should indulge a little, too, queen's orders—she'd never make them, she knows how particular HiMERU is about his diet (and, by extension, his brother's), and the laugh that pairs with such words is soft, light, playful.
yodaka is so cute— she can't help but think so listening to him explain the day's rough plan, her head resting in her hand while she watches him unable to look at her, and thinks this must have been his idea. not that her roommate wasn't capable of it (certainly he would've treated her the same), but yodaka is too embarrassed for this to have been his brother's idea. she still has tsukasa and leo to see, and she should probably stop by a few other places, too, but a day filled with shopping and treats and relaxing sounds absolutely perfect.
and it is a good day. she appreciates the lightness of lunch and the opportunity to go out for dinner, sometime between those two meals having procured her gift of perfume from tsukasa and wearing the scent she and her wonderful knights had chosen after hours and hours of hard work for cocktail perfume's new scent. she feels like a princess or a queen, so spoiled, so looked-after. sure, her knights at the start of the year had been hokuto and adonis, helping her along, but maybe that fortune of natsume's had staying power, still: maybe it meant today, too.
any excitement about her special and wonderful cake disappears the instant yodaka smashes a cream pie in her face, and she is very still, thinking about the tradition she'd recounted to him about an entirely different class. arashi decides that since it's her birthday, she's allowed to be a little childish, and she smashes what remains of the cream pie back into yodaka's face.
...it's a good birthday. it isn't like home (it isn't visiting her parents after celebrating at school, after celebrating at the office), but the day overall leaves her glowing and laughing and wishing, wishing, hoping, hoping, that there are more days like this, too, in the nest: simple ones, uninterrupted ones, the type of days she can hold in her heart without feeling guilty for their existence. )
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she retreats back to her room just once to put on her new jewelry, exchanging her usual fare for the gifts thoughtfully picked out for her, and joins them with all the spirit and cheer that she always carries with her. not a single bit of breakfast goes to waste, though she lightly chides them that they should indulge a little, too, queen's orders—she'd never make them, she knows how particular HiMERU is about his diet (and, by extension, his brother's), and the laugh that pairs with such words is soft, light, playful.
yodaka is so cute— she can't help but think so listening to him explain the day's rough plan, her head resting in her hand while she watches him unable to look at her, and thinks this must have been his idea. not that her roommate wasn't capable of it (certainly he would've treated her the same), but yodaka is too embarrassed for this to have been his brother's idea. she still has tsukasa and leo to see, and she should probably stop by a few other places, too, but a day filled with shopping and treats and relaxing sounds absolutely perfect.
and it is a good day. she appreciates the lightness of lunch and the opportunity to go out for dinner, sometime between those two meals having procured her gift of perfume from tsukasa and wearing the scent she and her wonderful knights had chosen after hours and hours of hard work for cocktail perfume's new scent. she feels like a princess or a queen, so spoiled, so looked-after. sure, her knights at the start of the year had been hokuto and adonis, helping her along, but maybe that fortune of natsume's had staying power, still: maybe it meant today, too.
any excitement about her special and wonderful cake disappears the instant yodaka smashes a cream pie in her face, and she is very still, thinking about the tradition she'd recounted to him about an entirely different class. arashi decides that since it's her birthday, she's allowed to be a little childish, and she smashes what remains of the cream pie back into yodaka's face.
...it's a good birthday. it isn't like home (it isn't visiting her parents after celebrating at school, after celebrating at the office), but the day overall leaves her glowing and laughing and wishing, wishing, hoping, hoping, that there are more days like this, too, in the nest: simple ones, uninterrupted ones, the type of days she can hold in her heart without feeling guilty for their existence. )