December 25th.

It’s Michael Kaiser’s birthday.

He would usually think of this day as just another, just a mark that he lived another year. His Birthday wasn't celebrated back then, so he never bothered to celebrate it now.

There was a change when you came into the picture of his life. Coming back home and being greeted by you with a homemade cake wasn't in his plans for the day. Receiving presents... Kaiser didn't know how to react to that. So he didn't like it.

It was just the two of you, hanging out at midnight, celebrating Christmas, but more importantly, celebrating his birthday. He would've known how to react, he always does. Yet right now, he was still. He didn't know how to react.