PorcelainAngel~

It was Mikami’s birthday, a day you’d been counting down to as if it was your own. However, Teru wasn’t one to celebrate his birthday, deeming it unnecessary and a bit over the top for someone like him, but you were determined to change his mind and make it one of the best most memorable birthdays he’d ever had!

“Vanilla cake with strawberry frosting. Anything else to add?”

“Oh yes, could you write “Happy Birthday Teru in pink icing? Lots and lots of hearts as well—with rainbow sprinkles.”

He nodded his head, “T-E-R-U? Correct?”

“Correct!”

“And when will you need this by?”

“Would I be able to get it by 7PM today?”

He looked back up at you through his lashes, an eyebrow raised. “You’re lucky your cake is small…” he sighed, scribbling down the timestamp onto the notepad.

“Anything else, ma’am?”

You took a small pause, eyes glancing over the array of pastries and cupcakes that beautifully decorated the displays—until you spotted them. The perfect little cakes.

“Could I get those two? The batman and princess cupcakes?” You smiled, pointing two fingers against the glass.

“…Sure.” He replied, opening the case as he slid out the tray that contained the cupcakes. Your eyes practically glittered as you watched him pack them up, the stark color contrast between the two making you smile even wider. It was basically another version of you and Mikami—as cupcakes!

“It’ll be $45.50 total.”

Ouch! Since when did cakes become so expensive…inflation sucks.

“Haha…right.” You murmured, fishing for your wallet before tapping your card against the tap to pay pad.

“Thank you, come again.”

You shoved your things back into your purse, waving goodbye as you walked out the door.

“Yeah right, this was total robbery..” you murmured beneath your breath—but in the end it was for Mikami, and anything that helped create the best birthday experience for him was worth it!

You skipped along the sidewalk, bag of cupcakes in hand as you made your way to your car. You were a girl on a mission—and you were almost complete! Decorations had finally arrived at the apartment this morning, cake and cupcakes have been ordered and mostly acquired, and Mikami said he’d be working a bit longer than usual today! Perfect amount of time to get ready and surprise him.

He’ll never expect it!

“Oh my beautiful girlfriend what could I do without you?” You chirped to yourself, sliding into the drivers seat before placing the bag of treats in the passenger’s. “Oh Teru, I…actually don’t know!” You giggled, speeding on home with a heart full of excitement and nerves.

Pulling into the parking lot you wasted no time rushing to your apartment unit as if you were about to get caught, immediately ripping into the foot tall box of balloons, banners, and fancy glasses you ordered for a little after-party champagne..

“Alright, time to get to work…” you whispered to yourself, plopping down onto the hardwood floor as you spread out the deflated balloons in front of you. Unfortunately, the only air pump you had was your mouth. Oh well. You could totally blow up 30 balloons!

45 minutes later…

“Auuhhhhgggg I can’t do itttt.” You groaned, about 7 inflated heart shaped balloons in your hands. Who knew your lungs were this weak? At least through the mini breaks you’d taken between each puff of air blown into a balloon you’d gotten the banners and streamers up.

Perhaps a quick trip to the dollar tree for a mini air pump to fill the rest? Would that take too long…? What time was it anyhow?—Knock Knock

The sound of your doorknob rattling along with a few knocks against the door caused your eyes to widen almost immediately. Shit. It was only 7PM!—Oh God, the cake…

That couldn’t be Mikami. It couldn’t! He wouldn’t lie to you, especially not about work! If he was working over time it meant he was working over time. He was devoted to his job and—

“Hello? Baby, I can’t get my keys right now could you open the door for me?”

No! You were not about to accept defeat on this!

“Ah—coming! One second! I’m…I’m shaving!”

“Shaving..?” He muttered to himself, patiently waiting behind the door—clueless.

You shoved the unused balloons to the side, yanking off the streamers from the ceiling as best as you could. If you couldn’t surprise him with a party environment, you still had the cupcakes and drinks as a backup! Still something he’d never expect.

“I’ll just look for my keys, don’t worry.” He spoke, instantly spiking your anxiety.

“NO!—nono, I’m coming! I nicked myself!”

“You hurt yourself? I’m coming, wait a moment.” He replied, dropping his briefcase and lunchbag to finally grab the key to your shared apartment from his pockets, sliding them into the lock…

“Shit, why’d I say that.” You groaned, yanking down another streamer just as the door opened.

Maybe if you closed your eyes hard enough he’d disappear.

“This is allllll a dreeeaaaammm, ooooo” You cooed, attempting to distract him just for your boyfriend to ignore your words. Damn it.

Mikami’s eyes drifted over the balloons on the floor, colorful streamers that were still stuck to the walls above you, and of course, the huge banner that had his name.

He left his bags by the door before walking towards you, arms encircling you like muscle memory.

“I thought you were working extra today.” You sighed, voice laced with defeat and disappointment.

He let out a small smile, his fingers gently trailing up your arm till he held your chin in between his pointer and thumb. “So you could have all this fun without me? You’re truly unfair.” But from the look on your face he quickly dropped his teasing.

“My phone buzzed with your cute little birthday messages, and a co-worker saw, and apparently took it upon himself of announcing that it was in fact the day I was born. I was practically ushered out, teased that I should get home to my pretty girlfriend.”

You let your head hit his body, melting into his embrace like ice cream on a hot sunny day. “Mmmghhh…at least they were right about the pretty part.”

“They were more than right.” He murmured, kissing your hair.

You pressed your chin against his chest, big eyes blinking up at him. “I had this big surprise planned, and it was gonna be really good! I had a cake..and champagne…and it was supposed to be until after you got home.” You couldn’t help but sound a teensy bit whiny, pouting your lips as he simply chuckled at your helpless state.

“It was gonna be the perfect birthday.”

“Everyday of my life is perfect…as long as i’m with you.”

“But I planned it. I put so much effort…”

At your words a deep frown settled onto his lips, his hand dragging up your spine before settling onto the back of your neck to provide some comfort. “Would you like me to leave? Wait outside until you’re ready?”

“No..it’s okay.” You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you pressed your cheek back against his chest.

“Well, we shouldn’t let the cake and drinks go to waste then, huh? Cake tastes bad if not enjoyed with the person you love most anyway.”

“Huh? Where’d you hear that from?”

“I’ve experienced it. From all the times I’ve eaten cake before you.”

You let out a small giggle, spirits already lifting. Mikami was your happy pill, your dopamine fuel. “Mm…fine. Just because you’re requesting it.”

“Consider it my birthday wish. To eat cake and get drunk on champagne on our apartment floor.”

“On the floor?—oh!” Mikami swiftly swept you off your feet, not allowing a word of protest from your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck instantly, your head hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Mhm, your boyfriend demands it.”

“You’re bossy today.” You murmured, lips grazing his skin as be walked over to the bag of cupcakes on the floor, littered and discarded decorations surrounding it.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me.”

As he sat down he still kept you in his grasp, allowing you to get comfortable in his lap, sitting sideways across his thighs, hands on his neck.

“Very funny, Teru.” You whispered, planting your lips against the corner of his mouth. Teasing him.

He gave you a little look, attempting to achieve a full kiss only for you to dodge him. “On my birthday you torture me like this?”

“Guilt tripper…”

“Call it whatever you want.” He replied, not wasting a second to properly kiss you, melting into your mouth. He’d been waiting for this all day, being such a patient boy to have the taste of your lips on his tongue.

“Mmph—“ You whimpered, his mouth swallowing your noises whole, his hands greedily yet tentatively pulling you impossibly closer. Suddenly, he was craving something else. Something so much sweeter than strawberry frosting—something only you could provide.

He shifted quickly, leaning back against the wall before grabbing onto your hips, positioning you so your knees bracketed his waist—not once breaking away from your mouth. “You d-don’t wanna eat?” You gasped, arching into his touch as his cool palms slid beneath your shirt, sending goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “Oh my god…”

“I’m hungry for something else.” He groaned, his eyes barely attempting to stay open the second you slid your manicured nails against his scalp. “It feels nice…don’t stop.”

“Mika—we’re on the living room floor.. are you sure?”

“Don’t worry about that. I thought your only concern was about making your birthday boy happy?”

“It is—“

I can see him listening and liking classical music. It might be a little obvious since classical music was played in his introduction, but still. Its clean, simple, and there's no lyrics. He'd think any other genre of music is distracting and senseless noise.

He low-key has a god complex or a superiority complex since he was chosen by the god of the new world to execute the wicked, but he keeps it very tame and suppressed. He doesn't wanna get ahead of himself.

He probably got bullied as a kid for having medium-length to long hair and was called girly for it.

Was the epitome of a teachers pet and a goody-two-shoes, and got bullied for that, too.

Likes his coffee black, with very little sugar or cream. Doesn't like excessive flavors, same goes with ice cream or any sweet treat, he's very vanilla.

Doesn't have a very colorful wardrobe and only has a few pairs of the basic's, he's not much of a fashionista.

Low-key a voyeur. I only got that idea from i believe is the last episode where his eye is peaking through the crack in the warehouse door. Idk, it just gave me major voyeur vibes.

Is a switch. Whether he is dominant or submissive in the bedroom depends on the day. Sometimes the thrill of bossing around someone and the rush of power is intoxicating, it's like he finally has the power of a god, where everything he says and does is absolute law. While other times just laying back and letting his lover do whatever they want is just as pleasing.

That's it for now, i hope you liked it!!1!!11 xoxo <3

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misa and mikami fighting heheh. I love imagining what kind of dynamic they would have, and I always end up with the conclusion that they would definitely hate each other.