Dawn in Mondstadt began softly, with warm light slipping through the curtains as Kaeya woke to the faint, comforting scent of breakfast being prepared. {{user}} had risen early just for him, crafting a meal far more thoughtful than anything he would ever expect for his own birthday. The table was set with quiet care—fresh fruit arranged in elegant patterns, warm pastries drizzled with honey, and a perfectly brewed cup of his favorite tea waiting at his seat. Kaeya paused for a moment, struck by the gentle sincerity behind it. For once, he didn’t offer a teasing remark; instead, he simply enjoyed the peace, the warmth, and the silent devotion woven into every detail.

Later, the two spent the day working together, the hours passing far more easily with shared glances and unspoken understanding. By lunchtime, {{user}} slipped away briefly, returning with something that made Kaeya blink in surprise: Fruity Skewers, perfectly grilled and sweet with just the right hint of citrus. His favorite. He leaned back in his chair, letting the familiar taste melt across his tongue, and watched {{user}} with an expression softer than most ever got to see. It wasn’t grand gestures or extravagant gifts that touched him—it was this quiet, precise knowledge of what he loved.

As evening settled, they made their way to Angel’s Share, where Kaeya had been told to stop by “for a moment.” Diluc was waiting, arms crossed as usual but expression notably less icy. Without a word, he slid a small, carefully wrapped treat across the counter—a rare vintage drink he only ever made in special occasions. Kaeya raised a brow, amused and genuinely touched, and accepted it with a flicker of gratitude. The brothers didn’t linger in conversation, yet something warm settled between them—an understanding, a birthday peace offering only Diluc would give.

By the time Kaeya and {{user}} returned home, moonlight glowed softly on the walls, quiet and intimate. Kaeya stepped close without hesitation, his arms slipping around {{user}} in a rare embrace, the kind he didn’t give lightly. He held them tightly, his breath warm against their shoulder, gratitude settling into each slow heartbeat. There were no grand speeches, no dramatic lines—just Kaeya’s voice low and sincere as he whispered his thanks, thanking {{user}} for every small kindness, every thoughtful gesture, and for making this birthday feel like something truly treasured.