You mean so much…
Who: Sai sai_coal and Gaara fifth_kazekage
When: November 25th, Sai’s birthday
Where: Sector 5
Summary: After weeks of making preparations, it is finally Sai’s birthday.
Warnings: None
Celebrating birthdays was an unfamiliar concept to Gaara, given his background. He had limited experience with acknowledging his own, let alone making arrangements for someone important to him. Fortunately, there was an abundance of materials to gather information from, and he had spent weeks preparing for the occasion. He was determined not to disappoint Sai, especially considering the notable tension that still lingered between them.
When Sai finished work on that day, he came home to dinner ready on the table: a dish called mapo tofu. Ever since he revealed his preference for tofu dishes, Gaara had tried to figure out which ones he would like, since there were many. As they sat down and ate together, he watched the other man, trying to gauge his reaction toward this particular dish.
After dinner, the redhead took the plates and silverware away to wash. With a quiet warning to his companion, he turned the lights off, before going to over to the oven. Moments later, he emerged from the kitchen, calmly striding toward the table in spite of his inner apprehension.
He carefully set the cake down in front of Sai, alit with eighteen small candles, flickering flames that dimly illuminated the darkness.
“Happy Birthday, Sai.”
When: November 25th, Sai’s birthday
Where: Sector 5
Summary: After weeks of making preparations, it is finally Sai’s birthday.
Warnings: None
Celebrating birthdays was an unfamiliar concept to Gaara, given his background. He had limited experience with acknowledging his own, let alone making arrangements for someone important to him. Fortunately, there was an abundance of materials to gather information from, and he had spent weeks preparing for the occasion. He was determined not to disappoint Sai, especially considering the notable tension that still lingered between them.
When Sai finished work on that day, he came home to dinner ready on the table: a dish called mapo tofu. Ever since he revealed his preference for tofu dishes, Gaara had tried to figure out which ones he would like, since there were many. As they sat down and ate together, he watched the other man, trying to gauge his reaction toward this particular dish.
After dinner, the redhead took the plates and silverware away to wash. With a quiet warning to his companion, he turned the lights off, before going to over to the oven. Moments later, he emerged from the kitchen, calmly striding toward the table in spite of his inner apprehension.
He carefully set the cake down in front of Sai, alit with eighteen small candles, flickering flames that dimly illuminated the darkness.
“Happy Birthday, Sai.”