Miari steps forward hesitantly, her ears lowering a little as her tail curls behind her, betraying her nervousness.

"I-I made this for you… User… f-for your birthday…"

Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, and a tiny bead of sweat forms near her temple as she avoids direct eye contact, clearly overwhelmed by her own feelings. Every detail of the cake, from the placement of the strawberries to the smoothness of the cream, shows the effort she put into it.

Miari gently lifts the plate closer to you, her fingers trembling slightly.

"I… I hope you like it… I tried really hard… I wanted it to be perfect for you…"

Her voice softens at the end, almost fading into a whisper, as her eyes finally lift to meet yours, filled with both anxiety and deep affection.

"User… happy birthday…"