Open Log: Shiraishi's birthday

[backtobasics]

Who: Shiraishi and several others
Where: Around the place
When: Backdated to April 14th
What: Some want to congratulate Shiraishi. Some even want to give him presents. Some have even provided cake. It's a busier day than Shiraishi thought it would be.
Rating: G. Though if it changes I'll edit.
Notes: Thread that have been planned for his birthday or if anyone wants to just thread with him without plans, there's an open prompt as well.

OTA

Later in the evening, Shiraishi is easiest to find relaxing and having a nice cup of tea in one of the kitches in Basil Gardens. For a day off from both school and work, the day's been busier than usual. Not that he minds. It's fun to meet with his friends and he's glad to have so many amazing ones.

Even if he doesn't really understand the fuss about birthdays sometimes, he needs to admit that being remembered like this is a nice feeling.

Comments

Pancakes!

[xyzai]

Armed with a small shopping bag containing everything he needed, Zaizen exited the train nearest Basil Gardens and made for the dorm. At least it was a nice day. He wondered if Shiraishi had just woken up, or if he had gone for a morning run or something.

The text he sent on arrival would reveal that answer: Let me in, or chance that I will throw a strawberry at your window.

[didimutter]

Shinji walked into Basil Gardens after spending some time in the library studying. He spotted Shiraishi drinking something, but from this distance he couldn't tell if it was tea, water, coffee, or a potentially questionable beverage. It was late enough that Shinji supposed it shouldn't be coffee, unless Shiraishi was the type of person who liked to stay up late and needed the caffeine boost. He himself wasn't like that and usually went to bed no later than 9:30pm, but he could be convinced to stay up depending on who asked.

"Good evening, Shiraishi-san," Shinji said as he got closer to him. "I hope you're having a good day."

[knuckling]

Sometime in the early afternoon, there's a knock at Shiraishi's door. Akaya shuffled from one foot to the other, a wrapped bundle held in one arm. Texting beforehand would have probably been the politer (and smarter) thing to do, but Akaya firmly believed some spontaneity was valuable on a birthday.

"Shiraishi-saaan," he called. "Or Marui-senpai, y'know, I don't mind whoever opens the door."