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Birthday Wish

“You’re making a mess!” Yukio worried, and Nagatomo looked over at Mimumi with a raised eyebrow. The older exorcist gave a knowing nod as Rin hissed back a, “Shut up! I’ve got it!”

“They’re making something.” He said sagely.

Nagatomo frowned. “They’re not using the stove, are they?”

“Does it matter? We’ll have to eat it either way.”

“Yeah, but… Rin.”

Misumi paled. “Surely Yukio will keep watch?”

Kyodo appeared around the corner. “What’s that smell?” He frowned at seeing the other two exorcists huddled together. “Guys?”

“They’re making something,” Misumi explained.

Kyodo’s entire face scrunched up. “To eat? Not eggs. Please tell me it’s not eggs.”

Nagatomo looked entirely unimpressed. “Why would they be making eggs today?”

Kyodo looked between them. “Today? What’s today?”

“Seriously?” Misumi asked before shaking his head and peering back around the door. He squeaked and pulled back, pressing himself back against the wall with a look like he’d seen a decaying Demon King in their kitchen.

“Misumi?” Nagatomo encouraged, shuffling a little closer like he wanted to peer around the door as well.

“Think they saw me. But… whatever they were pouring in the pan was lumpy. Lumpy and green.”

“Green?” Kyodo mouthed while Nagatomo looked towards the hall.

“You better not be spying on us!” Rin shouted, sounding furious while Yukio muttered about the temperature and time and rain.

“No one is spying!” Nagatomo called, giving Misumi an annoyed look for getting them caught. “We’re keeping watch.”

Rin appeared in the door way, covered in a thick green batter with a wild scowl and his hands on his hips. His apron was on backwards and tied in a messy knot and there was something sticky in his hair and on his arm, and his blue eyes were fierce.

“Well?” He demanded.

“Well what?” Kyodo asked.

“Where is he!”

Misumi spluttered and Nagatomo sighed. He didn’t know how any of them managed to keep any secrets with how shit they all were at lying and thinking up stories on the go.

“He’s going to be back in the next hour. He’s not here yet.”

Yukio yelped inside the kitchen and appeared around the corner with messed up glasses and a worriedly flushed face.

“What? But—“

“That’s enough time. It only takes forty minuets for the cake to bake.”

Nagatomo’s eyes turned to Misumi’s in worry. That was long for a cake, wasn’t it?

“But we’ve got to clean up!”

Rin rolled his eyes. “You worry too much. They’ll help.”

“We will?” Kyodo asked, looking like he regretted coming down the hall.

“’Course ya will!” Rin marched behind them and gave them a push into the kitchen with no idea he shouldn’t be able to push them anywhere.

Calling it a mess was underselling the sheer destruction the twins had caused. There was flour and sugar and egg and butter and milk and dye everywhere. On the counter and the fridge, on the cabinet and ceiling, on the stove and the sink. At least a metric ton of sugar had been dropped on the floor and was gritting under foot, and they would be blessed if they only got ants from this.

“Yukio’s right,” Nagatomo declared. “We’re in trouble.”

Rin huffed. “That’s quitter talk. I’ll get the ceiling.”

Misumi caught him around the middle and hauled him off the counter. “You’ll cover the floor. Kyodo will handle the ceiling.”

“I will?!”

“You will,” Nagatomo said, pressing a cloth into his hand. “Quickly.”

— — 🎂◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜🎂 — —

Shirou knew the minute he got home that something was happening. The hall was quiet, and this place was only ever quiet when something was up. There weren’t any report cards or tests due, and Shirou hadn’t been accosted by any complaining parents, so it wasn’t a fight, which meant it had to be something because of today.

It always baffled him a little how they all kept up with it so effortlessly when he could never get any of them (except Yukio) to keep track of anything else.

There was a strange scent in the air a little like burnt sugar that had him thinking Rin had left something in the microwave for too long again, and there was a distinct tension in the air that had him strolling a bit louder so they’d know he arrived.

There was a squeak, a hurried mumble of words he couldn’t distinguish, the scrape of feet, and the light in the kitchen went off, leaving that end of the hall dark.

Definitely a surprise then.

Shirou took a bit more time than he needed going those last few feet, and then he was pushing the door to the kitchen open and making a show of reaching for the light.

He flipped it on, and immediately found himself assaulted by bright light and happy shouts (and screams) of “Happy Birthday!”

The boys were standing in front of the table with a large platter held between them. It was something absolutely slathered in whipped cream with a few candles quickly falling into the creamy depths and disappearing from sight. It was strangely lopsided and Rin was wearing a fair bit of the cream on his arm and cheek.

They were both beaming up at him, and the others were behind them, looking torn between pride and exhaustion, and he couldn’t possibly help the size of the grin that spread over his face.

“A birthday cake?” He asked. “For me?”

“Yeah!” Rin declared, hurrying forward and dragging Yukio along. “A homemade one! Extra cream!”

Shirou looked over there head where the others looked worried.

“The boys made it,” Misumi explained. “All by themselves.”

Shirou looked back down at the cake. That explained the shape of it then.

“Well then we better cut into it.” Shirou said, dropping his hands on their heads and ruffling their hair. (Both of them sticky in different ways.) He motioned for Rin to set the monster of a cake on the table and walked to get a knife to join the plates and forks they’d set out already.

The floor was gritty and there was a bit of something green on the front of the drawer, but he got the knife and returned to them, ignoring the irritating grit under boot.

Rin insisted on cutting, so Shirou let him, watching closely and snickering a bit at Misumi’s palpable worry. He cut easily through the cream, a bit less easily through the cake, and reached the platter with a loud clatter of knife hitting ceramic.

He repeated the process again and pulled out a surprisingly neat slice, plopping it on the plate and giving Shirou a glimpse of shockingly green cake. (Which was absolutely a Rin idea and a Yukio save, because he had no doubts Rin forgot his favorite color and Yukio knew everyone’s.)

The cake was strangely flat and spongey and crusty on the edges and there were patches of something that looked like scrambled egg, and a scent that wasn’t quite pleasant, but it really couldn’t be worse than the eggs, and the wide-eyed and hopeful looks the twins were giving him was enough to have him grinning widely and bringing the fork to his mouth.

He bit down, found the texture every bit as strange as it had looked, and that it mostly tasted like food dye, which was probably the best thing it could have tasted like. The cream wasn’t at all sweet, but it was cool and not salty, so he nodded at them and grinned all the wider. Better than the eggs had been.

“Delicious!” He lied, and didn’t feel bad about it.

Rin beamed enough to show his missing teeth and grabbed the knife to cut another slice before Yukio made an upset noise.

“Your candles!”

Rin slapped his forehead, thankfully not with the hand holding the knife, “We forgot!”

“Just light ‘em now,” Kyodo offered.

“It’s not too late?” Rin asked. “The wish will still work?”

“Course it will,” Shirou hummed as he pulled out his lighter. He knew nothing about the finer points of birthday magic, but he didn’t see any reason it wouldn’t. (He couldn’t remember if he had ever actually blown out birthday candles. Was there a trick to it?)

Rin hauled the candles back out of their creamy prisons and scowled until Yukio helped him get them to stay upright while Shirou lit them. (With a bit of trouble. Cream didn’t want to ignite.)

“Alright,” Rin bossed, “now ya blow it out.”

“And make a wish,” Yukio added, adjusting his glasses and moving some cream coated hair out of his eyes. Shirou might just have to hose them off in the backyard before bath time.

They both gave him entirely determined expressions, implying the importance of this act and the wishmaking it was, and they had taken time to make a cake for him and color it green because he loved it, and they didn’t want him to miss his wish, and they’d remembered his birthday and spent one of their days off doing this when they could have been outside having fun, and they’d made a mess but cleaned it up, and the others had clearly helped and known, and…

“Blow ‘em out and make a wish.” Shirou nodded. He pulled in a breath, didn’t look at the other three who would probably realize this was something he’d never done (or might realize it later) and let out as big of a breath as he could, catching all the little flickering flames with his exhale.

“You did it!”

“Whaddya wish for?”

“Don’t tell! It’s against the rules!”

“Is not!”

“Is so!”

Shirou shook his head with a growing smile and picked his plate back up. Against the rules or not, he didn’t think he could verbalize his wish anyway.

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