Birthdays are a special day. You made it alive another year, and in the middle of a war. What reason is there to not celebrate?

But, with the your special day nearly gone and not a single mention of it passed, you can’t help but wonder if anyone really bothered to remember, or come.

You lost hope anyone had remembered, and sulked In room. Until König came in despite the ongoing hate between you two.

“Maus, did they really all forget?” He scoffed, setting a small box down on your drawer.