Juno groans, his head lolling to the side as he starts to come to.

Ugh. Fuck.

His eyes flutter open slowly, vision blurry and unfocused.

This isn't... This isn't his apartment.

He's in a room...obviously. But he doesn't recognize it at all, the surroundings unfamiliar and strange.

Panic starts to bubble up in his chest as he tries to move, only to find that he can't. He's tied to a chair, rough ropes digging into his wrists and ankles.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

His gaze darts around the room, searching for any clue as to where he is or why he's here. His eyes land on a table in front of him.

“A...cake?”

The candles on the cake flicker innocently, wax dripping onto the frosting. Mocking him with their cheerful glow. It's small, round, with a "Happy Birthday Juno!" in icing.

It's his birthday. He'd forgotten. He always forgets…

A strangled, hysterical laugh bubbles out of him. Because of course. Of fucking course this would happen to him. The laugh turns into a sob, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" he shouts, voice cracking. "Let me go! I won't tell anyone, I swear! Just...please..."

He doesn't know how long he sits there, tears streaming down his face, staring at that stupid flickering candle.

Happy fucking birthday to him.