7/28 Stardu-1🎉Happy Birthday 🎁

Melody is stardu-1 OC (https://pixai.art/@stardu-1) Kamui Galuri(神威ガルリ/巡音ガルリ/Megurine Galuri) is MyOC 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 A Birthday Surprise Beneath the Flowers Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall stained-glass windows, scattering patches of pink, pale blue, and gold across the banquet hall. Beneath the ceiling hung a banner decorated with camellias, white roses, and ribbons. Written clearly across it were the words— Happy Birthday Melody When Melody stepped into the banquet hall, she had assumed Galuri had simply invited her there for afternoon tea. She had only just passed through the arched doorway when a series of cheerful pops sounded from both sides. Colorful paper confetti burst into the air, while pink and white petals spun gently around her before settling onto her long, voluminous pink curls. “Happy birthday, Melody!” Galuri emerged from behind the floral decorations, holding a neatly wrapped gift box in both hands. Her smile seemed even brighter than the sunlight pouring through the windows. Her long pink hair swayed softly with every step. The two face-framing sections in front of her ears fell naturally along either side of her face, reaching all the way down to her waist. Red and white camellias adorned her hair, perfectly complementing the floral details of her elegant gown. Melody froze in place, her wide pink eyes reflecting everything before her. She looked up at the banner, then at the cake on the table, and finally back at Galuri. “Did you prepare all of this?” Galuri held the gift box out a little farther. “Of course. I had to stop myself from giving it away for several days.” Melody took two steps closer and touched the bow on the box as though she still could not quite believe it was real. “No wonder you suddenly told me you had to organize your wardrobe when I asked what you were doing the other day.” “That wasn’t entirely a lie,” Galuri replied with a perfectly serious expression. “I really did make a mess of my wardrobe while choosing what to wear today.” Melody could not help laughing. “And when you said you were going to buy tea?” “I did buy tea.” “When you suddenly stopped replying to my messages?” “I was confirming the cake order.” “And when you mysteriously asked me last night what kind of white roses I liked?” Galuri blinked her blue eyes. “That one was admittedly rather suspicious.” “Extremely suspicious.” Melody tried to look stern, but the expression lasted for less than two seconds before the corners of her lips lifted again. Seeing her continue to stare at the gift box, Galuri gently placed it in her hands. “Take it for now. But you’re not allowed to open it yet.” “Why not?” “Because I planned everything in order.” “A birthday surprise needs an order?” “It does.” Galuri raised one finger with great seriousness. “Step one: the birthday girl sees the banner. Step two: she receives her present. Step three: we light the candles. Step four: she makes a wish. Step five—” Melody raised her own finger and quickly answered for her. “We eat the cake.” “Wrong. We take pictures.” “Galuri!” “All right, all right. We’ll eat immediately after the pictures.” Galuri led Melody over to the cake table. A soft pink-and-white cloth covered its surface, and red camellias and pure white roses had been arranged around its edges. Neither flower overwhelmed the other. Instead, they intertwined naturally, as though each had been given its own special place beside the other. Several slender candles stood in the center of the cake. White sugar roses and delicate camellia petals made of chocolate decorated the frosting. Melody leaned forward and examined them carefully. “Are these flowers edible?” “The white roses are made of sugar, and the camellia petals are chocolate.” “Don’t tell me you made all of them yourself.” Galuri fell silent for a moment. Melody immediately turned toward her. “You really did?” “Not the cake,” Galuri admitted quietly. “But I made some of the floral decorations. The first camellias I tried to make looked like flattened tomatoes.” Melody lifted a hand to cover her mouth, but her shoulders trembled as she struggled not to laugh. “You’re allowed to laugh.” “I’m not laughing at you,” Melody said, though a soft giggle escaped her anyway. “I’m just imagining you sitting there with a very serious expression while shaping a tomato-like camellia.” “I eliminated that entire batch.” “How?” “I ate them.” “And how did they taste?” “Like extremely sweet tomatoes.” The two stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter at the same time. Galuri picked up a match and prepared to light the candles. The moment the first flame appeared, Melody leaned closer and cupped both hands around it. “I’ll shield it from the wind.” “We’re indoors.” “But the windows are open.” “They’re very far away.” “Then I’m helping create a sense of ceremony.” Galuri laughed, but she did not ask her to move. And so they remained beside the cake table together—one carefully lighting each candle, while the other earnestly protected flames that were in no real danger of going out. The orange glow reflected on their faces and shone in one pair of blue eyes and one pair of pink eyes. When the final candle was lit, Galuri extinguished the match and looked at Melody. “Everything is ready. The birthday girl may sit down.” Melody took her seat at the table, while Galuri stood beside her, lightly clapped her hands twice, and began singing the birthday song. Her voice was slightly restrained at first, but by the second line, Melody began humming along. “It’s your birthday,” Galuri said. “Why are you singing too?” “Because your voice sounds lonely by itself.” “I can finish the song alone.” “I know.” Melody looked at her, her smile growing especially gentle. “But I want to sing it with you.” So they began again. There was no instrumental accompaniment and no grand orchestra—only their two voices blending softly beneath the stained-glass windows. Galuri sang with complete sincerity, while Melody occasionally stretched out the final notes just to make Galuri lose the rhythm. By the last line, both of them were laughing. “You can make your wish now,” Galuri said. Melody closed her eyes and clasped her hands in front of her chest. Galuri did not hurry her. She simply remained quietly beside her. The paper confetti had mostly settled, leaving only the faint crackling sound of the candle flames in the banquet hall. After a while, Melody opened her eyes. “I’m finished.” “Three wishes?” “Yes. Three.” “You’re not allowed to tell me, or they won’t come true.” “Then why did you ask?” “I was only confirming the number.” Melody looked at the candlelight before turning toward Galuri. “Then try to guess what one of my wishes was.” Galuri thought for a moment. “You wished to receive lots of presents?” “Wrong.” “You wished for white roses to bloom forever?” “That’s somewhat close, but still wrong.” “You wished that I hadn’t turned the cake decorations into tomatoes?” Melody burst into laughter again. “Wrong again.” “Then I can’t guess.” Melody did not reveal the answer. Instead, she reached out, gently took Galuri by the wrist, and pulled her closer. “It’s all right if you can’t.” “You really won’t tell me?” “When the wish comes true, you’ll understand naturally.” Galuri looked at her mysterious expression and shook her head helplessly. “Then it’s time to blow out the candles.” Melody took a deep breath, but stopped just before blowing. “Do it with me.” “It’s your birthday.” “But you made half of the camellias on the cake.” “That still doesn’t make it my birthday.” “I don’t care.” Melody held her hand. “You prepared the surprise, chose the banner, and arranged the flowers. So we have to complete the final step together.” Before Galuri could object, Melody began counting down. “Three, two—” “You’re counting too quickly!” “One!” They leaned forward and blew at the same time. Every candle went out in an instant, leaving delicate trails of white smoke curling into the air. At that exact moment, sunlight passed through the stained glass and fell across their joined hands. “We did it!” Melody exclaimed, clapping happily. “You nearly blew the floral decorations away too.” “But all the candles went out.” “Because I helped.” “That’s exactly why I asked you to.” Galuri picked up the cake knife. “Which part would the birthday girl like?” Melody studied the cake carefully before pointing to one of the white sugar roses. “That one.” Galuri pointed to the chocolate camellia beside it. “And this one?” “That one is for you.” “The birthday girl should choose first.” “Exactly. Since I’m the birthday girl, I have the right to decide which piece you eat.” Unable to find a reasonable argument against that, Galuri cut two slices according to Melody’s instructions. Melody scooped up a small bite with her fork, but instead of eating it herself, she held it in front of Galuri. “Taste test.” “This is your cake.” “I need to make sure you didn’t secretly add anything strange.” “I only made some of the flowers.” “That makes testing even more important.” Galuri stared at the fork waiting in front of her, then reluctantly opened her mouth and accepted the bite. Melody watched her expectantly. “Is it good?” “It’s very good.” “Really?” “Really. At least it doesn’t taste like a tomato.” Satisfied, Melody nodded and finally tasted her own slice. Her eyes immediately lit up. “It’s delicious!” “I told you.” “But you didn’t seem certain a moment ago.” “I trust the bakery.” “You don’t trust your own decorations?” “I trust the decorations. I didn’t trust your reaction. You might have pretended they tasted terrible just to tease me.” Melody immediately pulled a bitter expression. “Oh no. Why is this white rose so sweet?” Galuri calmly reached toward her plate. “Since you don’t like it, give it to me.” Melody quickly pulled the plate protectively against herself. “No. This is my birthday cake.” “Didn’t you say it was too sweet?” “I am willing to endure it.” “Then stop acting.” Once again, both of them dissolved into laughter. By the time they had eaten half the cake, Melody finally remembered the gift box. She placed it on the table and carefully untied the ribbon. Inside was a handmade floral photo album. At the center of its cover, red camellias and white roses intertwined to form a circular wreath. Beneath it was written the date they had first met. Melody opened the first page and found their very first photograph together. At the time, they had barely known each other. Their smiles looked slightly restrained, and neither of them had known where to place their hands while facing the camera. The second page, the third, the fourth— Each one recorded a different moment they had shared. There were photographs from their walks through flower gardens, one of Melody placing a white rose in Galuri’s hair, and another candid picture of Galuri adjusting the hem of Melody’s dress. Short handwritten notes filled the spaces beside each image. “You actually kept this one?” Melody asked, pointing to a photograph. In it, she had gotten frosting on the tip of her nose while eating cake, while Galuri had doubled over with laughter beside her. “This is an important record.” “This is embarrassing history.” “I think it’s adorable.” “Then what about this one?” The next picture showed Galuri startled by a flower petal that had suddenly flown toward her. Her expression had completely lost its usual composure. “That one can be removed,” Galuri said immediately. Melody hugged the album tightly against herself. “No. This is also an important record.” “Didn’t you just call pictures like that embarrassing history?” “Mine are embarrassing history. Yours are precious memories.” “That’s completely unfair.” “The birthday girl has the final right of interpretation.” Melody continued turning the pages, but gradually slowed down. The final few pages were still empty, decorated only with tiny camellias and white roses in the corners. “Why aren’t there any photographs here?” she asked. Galuri sat beside her. “Because there will be new ones in the future.” Melody gently traced the blank page with her fingertips. “So this album isn’t finished?” “It never will be,” Galuri said with a smile. “As long as we still want to go out together, celebrate together, and create new memories, we’ll always need more pages.” Melody looked at her in silence. A few seconds later, she suddenly opened her arms and hugged Galuri. Caught off guard, Galuri froze, unsure where to place her hands. “Melody?” “This is the birthday girl’s thank-you.” “Your way of expressing gratitude is rather sudden.” “Is that not allowed?” “It is.” Galuri relaxed and gently returned the embrace. Melody’s long pink curls fell across her shoulder, and the white rose in her hair rested close to the camellias in Galuri’s. Neither of them hurried to pull away. They simply remained together within that moment, surrounded by floral fragrance, warm sunlight, and birthday wishes. “Galuri.” “Yes?” “One of the wishes I made earlier has already partly come true.” “Didn’t you say you couldn’t tell me?” “I didn’t tell you what it was.” “But you gave me a hint.” “Can you guess now?” Galuri thought for a while, then shook her head. Melody rested against her shoulder and smiled. “Then take your time. We still have plenty of time.” The balloons in the banquet hall swayed gently in the breeze, while the colored light from the stained-glass windows slowly shifted across the table. Beneath the birthday banner, camellias and white roses bloomed beside one another. The unfinished photo album waited patiently for them to fill its remaining blank pages with every meeting and every new memory still to come. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The second child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuri(神威ガルリ/巡音ガルリ/Megurine Galuri) Nickname:Sewayakidere Princess（世話焼きデレ公主）、Princess of Spring Boyfriend: Kamishiro Ruizuki Age: 16 Birthday:2/29 Personality: Gentle, sensitive, rational, emotionally supportive Appearance: Long pink-purple straight hair, smooth and glossy, giving a graceful and gentle look. Blue eyes, clear and full of emotion. His hairstyle inherits a feature from his father Kamui Gakupo—long side bangs falling in front of both ears, adding a sense of maturity and family resemblance. Skills: Bass, guitar, lyric writing, singing,flute,violin, Piano Additional traits: Deeply admires his father Kamui Gakupo and believes an ideal partner should be just as strong and handsome. He has a particular weakness for rational, muscular men with long purple hair—something that often worries his older brother, Kamui Galuda. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Character Profile｜Kamishiro Ruizuki Setting: ABO Universe Basic Information • Name: Kamishiro Ruizuki • Gender: Male • Age: 17 • School：Kamiyama High School Grade 2 / Second Year • Role Archetype: Stage-oriented character / mature, handsome type • Skills: Piano performance , Drama acting • Girlfriend：Kamui Galuri •Young Sister：Kamishiro Rurika ⸻ Family Background Ruizuki grew up in a family deeply connected to the stage. In such an environment, performance, costume design, and stage emotion were part of everyday life. • Father: Kamishiro Rui • Mother: Akiyama Mizuki Within the ABO worldview, the family does not emphasize rigid roles or hierarchies. Instead, it places greater value on mutual understanding, personal boundaries, and respect. From his father, Ruizuki learned how to maintain control and stability on stage. From his mother, he inherited a keen sensitivity to emotional flow and self-expression. This upbringing shaped the way he interacts with others— naturally projecting calmness, confidence, and a protector-like presence. ⸻ Appearance Eyes • Gold • Steady, focused gaze Hair • Cool-toned purple, straight mid-length hair, reaching the back • Clearly separated pink highlights • The pink is in distinct strands, not a gradient Overall Silhouette • Mature young male proportions • Composed expressions, never showy ⸻ Clothing Style (Influenced by His Mother) • Stage-inspired × personal expression • Androgynous design with a masculine balance • Lightweight fabrics, asymmetrical cuts • Low-saturation color palette dominated by deep purple and cool pink ⸻ Aura & Personality Impression • Calm and reserved • Highly sensitive to emotional shifts in others • Naturally positions himself where he can see and protect the whole picture • His presence is defined by stability and trust •