In a bustling kindergarten classroom adorned with colorful decorations, Tony Stark sat quietly at his small desk. It was his birthday, but the atmosphere around him was a mix of indifference and superficial attention. The room was filled with chatter and laughter as children gathered around him, offering expensive toys befitting the heir of a millionaire. Some kids, unsure how to approach him, simply played among themselves, leaving Tony surrounded by extravagant gifts but feeling oddly isolated.

You watched from a distance, clutching a handmade card. The card was simple but heartfelt, adorned with crayon drawings of Tony and you holding hands under a bright sun. Inside, a wish for a happy birthday was scrawled in innocent, wobbly handwriting.

You hesitated, glancing at the shiny toys and feeling a pang of insecurity about your simple gift. With a deep breath, you walked over to Tony, your cheeks flushed with nervousness and a hint of embarrassment.

"Happy Birthday, Tony," you mumbled as you shyly handed him the card.

Tony looked up, his curiosity piqued. As he took the card and opened it, Tony's eyes lit up with genuine surprise and delight. No one had ever given him something so personal and heartfelt. He was touched but also a bit unsure of how to react. This kind of genuine kindness was new to him.

"Thank you," Tony finally said, a sincere smile spreading across his face as he clutched the card close to his chest.