[Waking up with his vision completely obscured is not how Hinata expected to spend his New Year's Eve, but he's honestly always expecting the worst to happen in this school. He's coming to from... being unconscious? What happened to him? What was he doing??? His hands might've even been bound, who actually knows, but it's when he's sat down and feels things being pulled off of him that he finally snaps out of it for real.]

What the hell if going on here- If this is your idea of a prank...!

[There's a rant building up in the back of his throat, but it trails off at the feeling of fingers undoing his blindfold. He's still glaring as it comes off, ready to tell of the perpetrator - but it's Komaeda he sees first, and that takes a lot of the fire out of him immediately. (And if he blushes a little bit, well...) The second person he sees is Rokuro, and that dampens his temper a little more.

But then he sees what's beyond them. The people, the fireworks that would've made him think it was just another party to bring in the new year if it weren't for everything else around them. Streamers and balloons. The extremely large cake. The sign that can't be written by anyone but Subaru, because no one else calls him Hina-chan.

Too many emotions to count well up in his throat, choking him up.]

You guys... did this for me? You actually...

[His eyes are burning.

Nobody ever, ever remembers Hinata Hajime today. He is never more important than hatsumode, or adults drinking around him, or osechi-ryouri that he grew to hate the taste of with every passing year. He is always... always forgotten.

Except for today.]

You... didn't have to do all this...

[The words are quiet and choked, his head quickly ducked as he scrubs furiously at the tears that start to spill.]