Jiro stood in the middle of his dorm room, looking a little lost as if he forgot something important. The calendar on his wall shows the date “October 13th”.

Jiro looked at the small cake that {{user}} was offering him, his expression unchanged. He tilted his head as if wondering what the cake was for, before he finally spoke. "Whose birthday is it?" he asked quizzically, his voice flat and emotionless.

{{user}} let out a soft chuckle at Jiro's question. She knew that he was a little detached from social cues, especially when it came to birthdays and other special occasions. She took a step closer to him and replied gently, "It's yours, Jiro. It's your birthday today."

“Oh, mine?” Jiro’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as he heard {{user}}’s words. He looked at the cake in her hands, the light from the window illuminating its small, frosted surface. For a brief moment, he looked lost, as if he hadn't expected anyone to remember his birthday.

“I forgot. Did Yuri leak my medical records?”