Birthday ribbon

The annoying ringing of the alarm clock rattles his ears, causing his eyelids to flutter open and let out an exasperated groan. His hand turns off the alarm clock on the phone and at the same time looks at the time: 7 am. August 27th... Oh, it's his birthday today, isn't it? He'd forgotten it himself. There's been so much going on in the last few weeks among Niigo's members and his friends as well... It's crazy. Did he even want to show up in school today? What new things would he be able to hear there? "Happy birthday, girlie"? Or the hundreds of insults he's already had enough of? After all, he lazily gets out of bed and goes to get ready. It's nearing the end of his first year of high school and he's switching classes. His classmates, let's be honest, are freaks. And if school move him to a more or less adequate place, he'd love to, really. Except. There's a "but." And that but is a girl who has stars in her hair, and the hair itself is ink-colored, dyed blue at the ends. She's bright and smiling, works hard and sings beautifully. She's also the most understanding person to Mizuki. At least, she's in this circle and is the closest to him. For her sake, he'd go to the end of the world, even to get to school on time. He smiles at his thoughts while his cheeks are slightly red. But if they are assigned to different classes, what will he do? Will everything be okay? Of course, it's not like they're going somewhere far away from each other and forever, just transferred to different classes that's all. But Shiraishi was the first one who dared to talk to Akiyama during his first few days in high school. "And that's a bold move," he thought. After all, the pink-haired boy dressed oddly, liked pink and cute things, almost girly. Had a thing for the weird and was generally like that. But An seemed to be brave and, as he realized now, someone who didn't care about looks or "special" preferences that went against stereotypes. She just loved people for their goals, aspirations, and personality. Realizing he was already standing at the exit to the school, he sighed quietly. Maybe everyone forgot it was his birthday today? He wouldn't mind... But then the door swings open and he nearly falls over from the sudden hug. - I thought you won't come! Wavy hair tickles his face, causing Akiyama to laugh softly. Is this girl a witch, or how can she make his heart beat faster, and just thinking of her makes his lips curl into a smile? After a couple seconds, she pulls away and smiles happily, as if birthday is hers, not his. Without finally explaining anything, she leads him into the surprisingly empty school hallway. Mizuki places his bag on the window sill and waits stubbornly. Shiraishi pulls out some cute little pink-colored bag and hands it to the young man with the words "open it". Looking inside, he saw a couple boxes with little bows on them. When he pulled them all out, he saw that one had a little porcelain figurine of a pink cat in it, so cute. And another box had hairpins and pretty ribbons with all sorts of gems in them. He smiled, kissing the girl on the cheek. - Thank you so much... - Don't thank me. It's your birthday, so you deserve it. The birthday boy gets everything he wants today! - An said cheerfully. - We can go out after school, if you want. You said you have a lot going on there now, will you tell me about it? Of course he will. What he's gonna do rather than not this? It might clear his mind and make him feel a little lighter in the chest. He nodded silently as the girl stepped closer and carefully untangled the stranger's ponytail, removing the marsh-pink bow. Shiraishi had once asked in bewilderment if he had a collection of bows and the answer was yes. Her fingers gently ran through his wavy hair, picking up one of the bows from the box. Oh, she wants to try them out now? He doesn't mind, of course, but... He was still silent, not saying anything. After a couple of seconds, he felt his hair completed and now he had an under-ponytail instead of the usual ponytail at his side. An showed him his reflection in the small mirror, to which he smiled. - Happy birthday, Mizuki.