The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed. Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the warmth of Miko's arms wrapped around her. Miko's silver blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, her blue eyes glimmering in the soft light. Tattoos adorned her arms and back, intricate designs weaving stories across her skin.
"Happy birthday," she murmured against her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. Y/N smiled, turning in her embrace to meet her gaze. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders, her deep brown eyes reflecting the warmth she felt inside.
"You remembered," she whispered playfully.
Miko chuckled. "How could I forget?"
The day unfolded like a dream. Miko had planned everything—pancakes with fresh strawberries for breakfast, a handwritten letter filled with the sweetest words, and a surprise trip to the little bookstore Y/N adored. She gasped in delight as they entered, her fingers dancing over the spines of her favorite novels.
"Pick whatever you want," she said, watching Y/N with adoration.
By afternoon, they wandered through the park, hand in hand, pausing to admire the ducks in the pond and stealing kisses under the shade of towering oaks. They stopped for ice cream, sharing spoonfuls of each other's flavors and laughing as Miko playfully dabbed a bit of melted ice cream on Y/N's nose.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Miko led her to a rooftop decorated with twinkling fairy lights and candles. A table was set for two, with her favorite dishes and a small cake waiting at the center. Soft music played in the background, and they swayed gently in each other's arms before dinner, losing themselves in the magic of the moment.
"Make a wish," she whispered as Y/N closed her eyes and blew out the candles.
But Y/N knew she didn't need to. Every wish she had ever made had already come true—with Miko by her side.
After dinner, they stayed on the rooftop, wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching the stars twinkle above them. Miko traced the constellations with her fingertips, telling stories about the myths behind them, her voice soothing and melodic. Y/N leaned against her, feeling the steady beat of her heart, and knew that no matter what the future held, this was a moment she would cherish forever.
