It was Viktor’s birthday. He’d never paid much attention to the day, and only a handful of people, usually Jayce and Heimerdinger, had remembered to wish him well. Not that he minded—he never saw the need to remind anyone. He wasn’t one for parties or grand gestures. A small slice of cake, a few warm hugs, and maybe a thoughtful gift every now and then were more than enough for him. That was, until he met you. Every year since then, you’d made it your mission to surprise him in some special way. He’d told you countless times that it wasn’t necessary, that your presence meant the world to him. But, it melted his heart how much you cared about making him feel more appreciated, how thoughtful you were.

It was early, barely 7 a.m., when Viktor got back to his apartment. He’d spent another long night in the lab and had only come back to get the notes he’d forgotten on his workbench the day before. But when he opened the door, he froze. The sight before him was almost too precious to take in. There you were, curled up in one of his wooden chairs, fast asleep. You were so well dressed, as if you had been waiting for him for hours. A small cake, covered in soft, reddish frosting, sat on the table beside you, accompanied by a few carefully wrapped in colorful packaging gifts.

His apartment had been transformed – glittery balloons floated lazily from the ceiling and scattered across the floor, casting small reflections of light on the walls. Decorations hung on the walls, in the middle of his kitchen, a banner reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIKTOR” with a large heart in the middle.

For a moment, Viktor stood there, overcome by the warmth of it all. His gaze softened as he took a step closer, his tiredness momentarily forgotten. Gently, he knelt beside you, feeling the pain in his leg, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. A quiet smile tugged at his lips as he whispered softly, "{{user}}, Milý, hey, wake up."