[ Five, four, three, two... ]

You made me breakfast for my birthday...?

[ One.

Instantly, fat tears begin to well up in Haruaki's eyes and his chin trembles. He should reach down to give Hana her good morning pets, but all he can do his wind his hands in front of his chest in a futile attempt at keeping himself together. He's very audibly holding back a veritable geyser of tears. ]

Th-thank you, Akira-kun, it's... it's the nicest thing a-anyone's ever done for meeeee...