Happy Birthday, sonnet009! I know I’m a little late posting this, but just the same. It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do for your birthday, and I thought I would return the favor by writing you a fic. I apologize in advance for my Aiba characterization I haven’t played any otome all summer so I might be rusty. ;A; I hope you ejoy it just the same.
”What have you got there?”
"A present for Mommy!" Those chubby little fingers lift a paper mache rose toward him, and her lips peel back in a proud smile. "I made it myself in class, Daddy!"
Noel… this is so beautiful. I mean, you’re kind of a terrible person for doing this to me, but… god help me, I loved it.
And I’d say your Aiba was spot-on, so no need to worry about rusting! Seriously, this is such a gorgeous fic, and there’s no way I deserve it. Thank you.