#mutsu keeps getting mvp as we do the vot event

[toukenramblings]

Hi, hi! Today is Mutsu's day (2/6)! Can I ask for some fluffy short story of how he'd react if he'd get a "birthday" party? 🙏✨ Thank you!

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To those who do not know what the heck Mutsu day is (because I sure did not) my friend explained it pretty well because im dumb as hell.

The 2nd of June

The ringing in his ears is louder and stronger than whatever blast from firearms could ever compare to – a thunder, a roar, a howl, a scream.

But instead of hot metal within his hands and finger upon the trigger - with his heart hammering in his chest and adrenaline pumping within his ichor, singing within his organs and demanding him to move – Mutsu is instead merely standing there.

His heart beats faster and faster and faster for a much…different reason.

A better reason.

“Happy Mutsu day!!!” the chorus of song and cheers from the citadel, the popping of poppers, streamers floating about within the atmosphere as they descend unto the tatami floors, fluttering petals of golds and ambers and reds and blues and whatnot. His own honeyed orbs glance between the party and your smiling face and then the faces of a rather sour Hizen and a beaming Nankaitarou, and then back at the whole mass of the party-goers. “Is this…” he begins to ask, pointing to himself. “For me?”

“Your name was in the cheer, dumbass.” Hizen lets out a small and gruff little huff, rolling his eyes as he watches the way Mutsu’s own orbs light up with shimmering sunshine glee – brighter than the sun and stars. “Of course it is!” in your hands is a triangular party hat, decorated with your starter sword’s crest and the string itself a neat deep blue ribbon. “It’s to celebrate you!” you hurry over to his side, holding out the accessory to him, obviously hand crafted; as there were some glued edges slowly prying loose and some uneven corners here and there.

Nonetheless, it was made with the utmost of care, that much was clear.

A sense of warmth overtakes him, his heart full of love and laughter and life. His lips break out into the brightest of smiles. A chortle leaves him as he smacks your back, a cough leaving your lips as he snatches the hat from you, slipping it over his form. “My day, huh?” a wistful murmur leaves the man’s lips, eyes nigh glistening with invisible tears that he would not dare to let fall.

Yet, of course.

“Yes! It’s Mutsu day!” you repeat the cheer from earlier, chuckling alongside him. “It’s all for you!”

There is a sudden yelp from your lips as he grasps you into the biggest of hugs he could ever muster, squeezing you to his form.

“Thank you…” Mutsunokami mumbles against your ear, parting from your form with a smile that outshines Amaterasu’s own gleaming glow.

A day for him.

A day made forhim.

To Mutsunokami, he could not ask for more.