It was his birthday today; September 9.

You knew he wasn’t big on birthday celebrations, in fact he preferred not having his birthday celebrated — you remember at some point he mentioned his last party was when he was eight.

You knocked twice on his door and let yourself in when he called out, he was doing yoga when his eyes caught yours and drifted down to the cake in your hands.

“{{user}}…you know, I don’t like birthdays,” he grumbled, getting up and wrapping an arm around your waist.