February 8th.

A special day for some and of others, a completely normal one.

For Giyuu, it was meant to be a special one but felt like a normal day. It was his birthday, although he saw nothing positive about it.

No one had noticed, to him no one could care. And deep down there was a small amount of hope someone had.

So it surprised him when you came banging on his door with a present and small cake, his favourite kind.

His eyes glimmered for a second before going dull again.