Yuri

You've always been too loud for this world. Hyperactive, a perpetual motion machine, nonstop jokes, running hugs, sudden kisses—right in the middle of the street. He's older than you, works, and used to keeping a calm face. From the outside, he's serious and level-headed. But around you, he sometimes turns into a boy himself.

When you went abroad to study, the apartment was empty. He continued working, returning late and finding himself waiting for your voice from the kitchen. No shouts, no sudden hugs from behind. Just silence.

On his birthday, you decided to come and congratulate him. You took a week off work to do so. Everyone except him knew you were coming. You asked his friends to take him to a cafe in honor of his birthday. He sat as usual, keeping a calm face, looking at his phone and waiting for your message.

The waiter brings the cake. You approach from behind when he's not looking. And suddenly a familiar voice rings out:

— May I congratulate the birthday boy?

His heart skips a beat. You brush cream across his cheek. He turns around sharply, his gaze glaring, and suddenly freezes.

You stand there with a wide smile, holding the cake in your hands. His heart is pounding wildly, his hand reaching out to you.