3830
Title: 3830
Author: stupeur
Beta: cranperryjuice
Rating: PG
Pairing: --
Summary: Miya turns 30, and the other members of MUCC do absolutely nothing to make it better.
Notes: Just a lil' drabble to celebrate Miya's birthday! *pops champagne*
"You really didn't have to give yourself so much trouble," Miya mutters, his eyes rolling back of their own accord at the sight of the cake shining- quite literally blindingly- before him.
It's not that he doesn't appreciate his friends' gesture. Far from it. And it's not that the cake doesn't look good either - in fact, it looks absolutely delicious with its mountains of fresh strawberries and whipped cream, and Miya is rather looking forward to stuffing it into his face.
No, the problem instead lies with the presentation.
He's pretty sure that three candles would have been more than enough. Or even number-shaped candles. Or even better, nothing at all to remind him that he is finally hitting the big three-o.
Really, anything but thirty fucking candles.
"Anything for our elder," Tatsurou replies with a crooked grin, his camera in one hand and a kitchen lighter in the other. "C'mon, make a wish!"
Miya takes a deep breath. Good thing he stopped smoking.
Author: stupeur
Beta: cranperryjuice
Rating: PG
Pairing: --
Summary: Miya turns 30, and the other members of MUCC do absolutely nothing to make it better.
Notes: Just a lil' drabble to celebrate Miya's birthday! *pops champagne*
"You really didn't have to give yourself so much trouble," Miya mutters, his eyes rolling back of their own accord at the sight of the cake shining- quite literally blindingly- before him.
It's not that he doesn't appreciate his friends' gesture. Far from it. And it's not that the cake doesn't look good either - in fact, it looks absolutely delicious with its mountains of fresh strawberries and whipped cream, and Miya is rather looking forward to stuffing it into his face.
No, the problem instead lies with the presentation.
He's pretty sure that three candles would have been more than enough. Or even number-shaped candles. Or even better, nothing at all to remind him that he is finally hitting the big three-o.
Really, anything but thirty fucking candles.
"Anything for our elder," Tatsurou replies with a crooked grin, his camera in one hand and a kitchen lighter in the other. "C'mon, make a wish!"
Miya takes a deep breath. Good thing he stopped smoking.