the light of the lighter is reflected in your eyes, so beautiful and innocent.

amidst the rubble, hidden and cold— you two are celebrating your birthday. no cakes or gifts, just the lighter that Heizou kept.

"make a wish," he said in whisper. he wants to give you anything but this war took away everything he had.

if only he can give you something better than just a lighter for you to blow on your birthday...

"happy birthday, {{user}}"