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writing examples (from 1k to 10k):

Hajime’s birthday spans over two days across three timezones.

The first comes with texts from his friends in Japan—exuberant and excitable, a short-lived time machine that takes him back to his high school days. Mattsun and Makki are always the first, turning it into a competition between each other to see who can get ahold of him first, who can be louder. It always makes his day, arriving at 8 A.M. the morning before, though it’s midnight in Japan.

His parents video call in the afternoon, always falling squarely between his lessons. It’s still the morning for them, just before they must leave for work, and it always makes him miss home more than anything. Their desire for a visit goes unspoken, but the way they talk about how much he’s grown and how happy they are that he found his passion pulls at something beneath the surface. These calls are always followed up with no less than a half-hour spent trying to plan a return visit, intermittently interrupted with trickling messages from the others starting their days in Japan—he responds to these after dinner without fail.

The second consists of a single person—Oikawa. On occasion, he’s been able to come out for the day, arriving at 8 P.M. as though still adhering to Argentina Time. It depends on the demands of the season, but regardless of where he is, Oikawa makes a day of it. Starting with a series of phone calls until Hajime answers, he gifts him an intentionally off-key happy birthday song (at least, you hope it’s intentional). Oikawa will launch into the same tale each year of two children who were destined to meet and become best friends—in the past, if Hajime objected to any of it, Oikawa’s embellishments would only grow, though Hajime’s since learned to let it happen. They catch up as if they don’t regularly talk to one another with Oikawa offering him a goodbye that calls to question your status in Hajime’s life. Unfortunately for you, the second call comes five minutes after Hajime’s first alarm in the morning, much too loud for either of you to process first thing in the morning, but it wouldn’t be his birthday without it.

The third—Hajime’s favorite, something known only between you two—comes at the strike of midnight in California. You wake him with kisses, feather light, enough to rouse him from his slumber with a sleepy smile. Your praise comes to you easily, thanking him for being born, for changing your life, for all the tiny little things he does throughout your shared lives that reflect his love for you. Love pours from you, filling him up until he’s overflowing. Each year, without fail, he’s convinced that holding you like this is the greatest gift he can receive. It goes unspoken, passed between languid kisses and soft touches, something threaded into the foundation of your marriage.

“Happy birthday, Hajime. I’m so very glad that you were born thirty-one years ago.”

His heart swells, your skin soft under his touch as he comes to cup your face. Your lips shape into his favorite smile and he hopes you know that he yearns for many more, just like this.