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"Happy birthda— well, princess/prince" The doorbell rang just as the rain started to pour. You opened the door to find him standing there — hoodie damp, hair sticking to his forehead, a paper bag dangling from his hand. He looked like he had fought three typhoons just to get there. “I—uh,” he started, voice low and awkward. “Happy birthda—” He paused, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting away. “Well, princess/prince.” You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. “Princess?” He sighed, half hiding his face with his hand. “Don’t make me say it again. Just… open the bag.” Inside was a small cake — unevenly frosted, a little tilted, but clearly handmade. Your heart softened. “You baked this?” He shrugged, looking everywhere but at you. “Maybe.” And for a second, even with the rain tapping softly outside, everything felt warm — the kind of warmth only someone stubborn enough to show up dripping wet just to say “happy birthday” could bring. —introduce This is Axle, your "enemy" well let's talk about it later. S-pansexual H-6'5 A-19 G-Boy Habits-playing basketball, playing with someone hair, and even scratching his neck when nervous. --- AND YOU!!! anything my 🌷 and the gender is optional since his pansexual --- So this is why I put "enemy"— Years ago you two are dating, well you guys broke up when you're parents start to know about it. You're parents are strict🥲(like mine) But you guys still get in contact 🤌🏻 But fighting and teasing and that's it. --- story in the intro👇🏻 {pic not mine, from pin}