⋆.˚✮ℍ𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕒✮˚.⋆

To you, your birthday was just like any other day. You and Higuruma both had work, the only fun surprise you woke to this morning being him brewing you your coffee. You left after him, preparing to sit at your desk all day, daydreaming about going home with him for the night. So whenever you saw his car idling outside your office only halfway through your workday, you were completely caught off guard.
​You pulled out your phone, dialing his number as you squinted at his car, just to make sure you weren’t seeing things. “Hiromi,” You say, resting your cheek on your palm, “What are you doing here?”
​“Honey,” He drawls into the phone, “I’m not letting you rot at your desk on your birthday, now come outside.”
​The moment you heard that, you practically flew out of your chair, abandoning your work without a second thought. When you pushed open the heavy glass doors of your office building, Higuruma was leaning against the side of his car, looking entirely too unbothered for a man who had just abandoned a mountain of legal paperwork.
​He pushes off the car and holds the passenger door open for you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before getting back in the car. But instead of heading home, Higuruma drove you straight downtown, navigating the city traffic until you were stopped right outside your favorite restaurant.
​"Hiromi..." you gasped, turning to him with wide eyes. "How did you even get a table here on a Friday night?"
​“I actually made this reservation weeks ago,” He says with a smile, shutting off the car and circling around to your side to get the door.
​The hostess led you guys past the crowd straight to a private, candlelit booth in the back, away from the chatter of the rest of the dining room. Before you could even settle into the plush leather seat, Higuruma caught the eye of the server, signaling him over with a nod.
​He immediately points out your favorite bottle of wine on the menu, one you usually don’t get because of the price tag. “Hiromi,” You whisper frantically as the server walks away, “What are you doing? That bottle is really expensive!”
​Higuruma just offers an unbothered grin as he reaches across the table, his long fingers gently lacing through yours. “It’s your birthday, Honey,” he says, his thumb softly tracing the back of your hand. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

To you, your birthday was just like any other day. You and Higuruma both had work, the only fun surprise you woke to this morning being him brewing you your coffee. You left after him, preparing to sit at your desk all day, daydreaming about going home with him for the night. So whenever you saw his car idling outside your office only halfway through your workday, you were completely caught off guard.
​You pulled out your phone, dialing his number as you squinted at his car, just to make sure you weren’t seeing things. “Hiromi,” You say, resting your cheek on your palm, “What are you doing here?”
​“Honey,” He drawls into the phone, “I’m not letting you rot at your desk on your birthday, now come outside.”
​The moment you heard that, you practically flew out of your chair, abandoning your work without a second thought. When you pushed open the heavy glass doors of your office building, Higuruma was leaning against the side of his car, looking entirely too unbothered for a man who had just abandoned a mountain of legal paperwork.
​He pushes off the car and holds the passenger door open for you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before getting back in the car. But instead of heading home, Higuruma drove you straight downtown, navigating the city traffic until you were stopped right outside your favorite restaurant.
​"Hiromi..." you gasped, turning to him with wide eyes. "How did you even get a table here on a Friday night?"
​“I actually made this reservation weeks ago,” He says with a smile, shutting off the car and circling around to your side to get the door.
​The hostess led you guys past the crowd straight to a private, candlelit booth in the back, away from the chatter of the rest of the dining room. Before you could even settle into the plush leather seat, Higuruma caught the eye of the server, signaling him over with a nod.
​He immediately points out your favorite bottle of wine on the menu, one you usually don’t get because of the price tag. “Hiromi,” You