Kenta never cared much for birthdays - they were just another reminder of being overlooked, forgotten, or left out. But when his day quietly rolls around, the garage feels colder than usual. Everyone's "too busy," Kim is suspiciously distant, and Kenta convinces himself that maybe no one remembers at all. What he doesn't know? Behind the secrecy, the chaos, and Sonic's terrible acting, the team is planning something unforgettable. And at the heart of it all is Kim - with a surprise that could change everything. A one-shot filled with laughter, misunderstandings, confetti, and quiet tenderness under the stars - proof that sometimes, the best birthdays are the ones you never see coming.

I just-I care about you. I care more than you seem to understand-" "Why?" Kim blinked, stunned. "What?" "Why do you care, Kim?" Kenta demanded, turning on him fully now. His jaw was locked. His posture defensive. "You say I matter, but I don't understand why. You're not my mate. You're not my Alpha. You're not bound to me. So why the hell are you acting like you owe me anything?"

Kim opened his mouth to argue. To explain. To say it wasn't yelling, it was concern, but then Kenta looked up at him- With that ridiculous pout still intact. And Those Sad puppy eyes Kim physically staggered. "Okay, wait-no, don't-don't look at me like that-" Kenta didn't move. Kim's soul left his body for a moment.

Kim leaned in further, pressing their bodies together.Kenta tried to keep his face blank. It didn't work.Especially not when Kim brushed his lips against his neck, slow and deliberate.Kenta let out a small, involuntary sound. "Oh?" Kim cooed. "Did you just-was that a whimper?" "No." Kim kissed the spot again. "Sounded like a whimper" "I didn't." "You're blushing." Kenta turned his face away. "You're annoying."

"You're wearing my shirt," Kim whispered, his lips brushing close to Kenta's ear. "Don't you like it... wearing something that smells like me?" Kenta sucked in a breath, his body going stiff again. Kim leaned closer, mouth ghosting against the edge of Kenta's ear before he murmured, "Does it make you feel mine?"

Just Another Day In Life Of Kimkenta ~~~ Kim placed a few dishes on the table and sat down opposite him, eating like it was any other normal breakfast. Kenta blinked. What the hell? Why Isn't Kim Feeding him? He shifted again, subtly pushing his bowl a little closer to Kim's side of the table. Just enough. Waiting. Still nothing.Kim didn't even look at him.Kenta's lips curved into a barely-there frown.What was going on? He cleared his throat. Kim ignored it. Kenta leaned his elbow on the table and stared at him. Gaze steady. Annoyed. Still no reaction. Kim continued eating. Casual. Almost smug. Kenta's jaw tightened. Fine. He wasn't going to beg. Not a chance. Kim finally glanced at him, face the picture of calm. "Something wrong?" Kenta glared. "No." "Okay," Kim said, reaching for another piece of lettuce.