#I wasn't sure if you'd wanted it to be FGO verse or any other verse so I made it vague

[cantillat-moved]

@sparklymuses luvia is sprinting to his door, covered in dirt and her dress sullied as she's catching her breathe at the door ... around 11:59pm. she catches her breathe, holding up a poorly wrapped present. " h... happy birthday ... shirou! hah ... i shall be your ... final present! on your ... birthday!" she falls into his arms out of exhaustion.

The sound of something barreling down the hallway was certainly noticeable, it was almost like someone had unleashed a pack of wild things that were trampling everything on their way, a true warpath if he had ever heard one. Curiosity stirred, prompting Shirou to cautiously open his door and peer outside. ❝ Luvia-san ? ❞ Like a blue and golden hurricane, the Edelfelt heiress was on his doorstep like she had wrestled a small army – or perhaps only the red devil with pigtails –on her way to see him. The poor present wasn’t in better shape either. When the situation seemed it couldn’t get any weirder, it was like all strength finally abandoned Luvia and she started to fall like a powered-down doll – thankfully Shirou was fast enough (or perhaps just in the right place at the right time) to catch her. That was…certainly a memorable way to make an entrance, especially to celebrate someone’s birthday. Cautiously, Shirou made sure that Luvia was properly being held as he moved to his room and placed the girl on his bed. The poor thing seemed exhausted.

❝ Sweet dreams, Luvia-san. ❞ he smiled fondly. The always so energetic mage certainly looked peaceful sleeping like that. And cute. Still, he was a gentleman and would be taking the couch tonight.