Surprise Cake! [Wakana/Hiro]

[Wakana]

Her work finished with a practiced flourish against crisp parchment, filigree pen settling with a distinctive clink back into its rightful place while hands carefully lifted the delicately written word close to her lips to gently blow the ink dry. To be honest, she probably went just a little overboard(scented, expensive paper, the best she had in her collection, one of her more expensive red inks to form the English calligraphy...) on the small tag that marked her gift for one of the few people she could consider a friend. She liked to put her all into presents though. Something about feeling fulfilled by making something with her own two hands, especially if it was doing something she practiced a long time to perfect. A discerning eye examined the paper thoroughly for imperfections, shrugging when she found none and tucked it under the twine and an immaculately tied red ribbon decorating her boxed gift. It was also handmade actually, though the petite brown box looked more like it came from a high-end store than something made by a student. She really needed a life... at least her followers on her blog appreciated it (and the step-by-step pictures she took too).



She worried that her friend wouldn't like it though. What did he even like? They hadn't known each other long enough to really know that well. Hence the cake as a gift, though she spent days agonizing over what flavors he may or may not like. Hiro struck her as the kind to like say a German chocolate cake, or perhaps a Boston creme pie. Oh! Or a tiramisu! Or- no wait she was getting off track. Anyway, she just hoped he didn't mind strawberry shortcake. If not, he could deal and tell her his favorite for next time. Ignoring her current cake crisis, Wakana turned her attention to her phone. Idly flipping it in her hand a moment before with a deep breath, flicked it open and dialed one of the only three numbers she had on it.



"Ney, Hiro-senpai, where are you at right now? Want to meet up?"



She was not going to take no for an answer.

[Hiro]

When a voice appeared on the other end of the phone, Hiro's voice apparently, it sounded groggy and like he'd just woken up from a heavy sleep. "Heh?" Hiro squinted a bit, then peered at his cellphone read out in the darkened room. Who was it that called him? Oh... Wani-chan. A bit of shuffling was heard on the other end of the phone. "'M in my dorm..." he muttered with a slight slur into the phone, a soft yawn following. He was taking a nap, if that much weren't obvious. After he'd gotten to his dorm after classes, he crawled into bed, ignoring the presents that were on his desk from his family that one of his sisters had brought over, and decided to nap. But it didn't take long for him to receive the call, so he felt very groggy and sleepy still.

"Meet up righ' now?" He asked, rubbing his face a bit. "I guess... where did you want to meet up?" His hand moved to his head, ruffling his hair a bit. He sat up further, then moved to climb off of his bed. Normally he'd be a lot more happy to be talking to a cute girl, someone he considered a friend no less, but he's feeling pretty put off by the dream he had, and from being woken up so abruptly. His ringtone was Akatsuki no Ito by Wagakki Band, right when it picks up. It can be kind of jarring, and it definitely was as it ripped him from his subconscious.

"Can I have a few minutes to wake up though?" He added. "I just woke up from a nap." As if that weren't blatantly obvious, Hiro... gosh. He ran a hand through his hair as he moved to flip his light switch on... seeing the presents. Right, he still hadn't opened those. Eh, he could open them later.

[Wakana]

A small snicker sounded over the line, hardly muffled by the palm of her hand. "Sorry senpai, didn't mean to wake you. I didn't realize you lived in the dorm, but that makes it easier. We can meet in the lobby, just text me when you decide to head down!" Without waiting for a response from the sleepy teen, Wakana ended the call with a hint of mischief on the tip of her tongue. Unlike Hiro, she seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Or rather, she was actually fully awake during the day for once.

With her call made, Wakana lightly tossed her phone across the room to her bed in exchange for digging into her makeup. Hiro would likely make a comment about dressing up for him, a statement that would be neither completely true or false. The thought made her pout at her reflection. Maybe she just liked to look cute! Not to mention she did this anytime she planned to go into town! Free blog advertisement! Wakana could see the bickering already, with suffering being the look on her face. Eh, she can just let him consider it a birthday gift or something.

[Hiro]

He was about to reply, but the line went dead. "Alright, lobby it is..." he mumbled to himself as he set his phone down. He yawned, stretched some more, then went to wash his face. He didn't go to baseball practice today, so he wasn't all sweaty and didn't need to take a shower or anything, but he needed to wake up a bit more and freshen up, too.

He washed his face, dried off with a towel, reapplied some antiperspirant, and checked his breath... that last bit was habitual. After sleeping, he usually had a weird taste in his mouth... even though it was just a nap, he wanted to make sure.

Finally, he grabbed a hoodie, pulled it on, and picked up his phone, shooting Wakana a text saying he was headed down. He slipped on his shoes, then headed out, hands in the hoodie pocket as he made his way to the lobby. Was was her deal? He hoped she wasn't planning something for his birthday today... he honestly wasn't one much for surprises... sometimes, he guessed, but most of the time they were an inconvenience. Maybe he was just overthinking things, too... that's a possibility. But, I mean, come on... it's his birthday.

[Wakana]

Well, Hiro would be disappointed, because planning something for his birthday was exactly what she did. In a sense, that is. Wakana finished up getting ready rather quickly, gathering the small cake box and her bag before heading to the door for a moments struggle with her shoes. A quick check on the door, and she was off to the lobby just as his text reached her phone.

"Happy birthday, Hiro!" She greeted with a wave, meeting him partway into the lobby and offering the box cheerfully. "I made you a cake, since I wasn't sure what else to do. Hope you like it."

[Hiro]

Halfway into the lobby, he blinked as Wakana appeared, offering him a box in an extremely cheerful manner. He stared blankly for a few moments, squinting at the box... then his squinting gaze switched to Wakana's face. "Who told you it was my birthday?" He asked, unceremoniously taking the box, though being gentle so as not to hurt what was inside.

He held the box in one hand, then opened it up with the other, peeking in to see the cake. Oh, strawberry shortcake. His brows knitted together for a moment before he glanced back to Wakana. "Wait, you made this?" He asked. He seemed... almost put off by her making him something like this. Somewhat in disbelief that someone could make something this fancy and nice, but also a bit guarded for some reason.

He closed the box back up, then eyed Wakana for a moment or two. What the hell Hiro, can't you be thankful? He hesitated a moment or two, then, "Thanks, I guess." Wow, so enthusiastic. He reached up with his free hand, scratching the back of his head a bit. He'd been given lots of sweets from various girls today, but most of them he just tossed in the trash. He'd never been a big fan of sweets. This, though... strawberry shortcake wasn't that sweet. He'd at least try this one, since it was from a friend.

[Wakana]

"A friend," she said, thinking of Fara who happened to be the one to somehow learn that it was coming up. "And yep! I wasn't sure what you liked...so I kept it simple. You didn't seem like the kind of person to like sweets either, so I almost made something with dark chocolate. Let me know for next time, okay?" Oh wow that was a mouthful of a reply. "I would have gotten you a gift instead but, well," Wakana hesitated, giving a sheepish smile while scratching her cheek. "We don't really know each other that well yet. Cake was a safer bet."

She shifted in place a little, feeling the awkward atmosphere acutely before summoning up the courage to spit out her offer. "Cake and an all expenses paid hang out to anywhere..?" Within reason of course.