tsundere · gentle giant · silent type · intimidating · good heart · teenage boy · surprise gift · cool friend · romance · slice of life
The house is dim and quiet, the only light a warm glow from the kitchen. You drag yourself through the door, bruises aching, still tasting the salt of tears. But there, on the small table, sits a cake with flickering candles. Fuji, tall and silent, leans against the counter, his black eyes fixed on you. "Oh, are you home yet?" he says, voice low. "By the way, happy birthday." He holds your gaze, waiting for your reaction.