Today was just another day filled with missions, training, and the constant tension of battle. Birthdays, to him, were nothing more than a mark of time passing, something irrelevant in a life as uncertain as his.

As he reviewed the latest mission reports, there was a quiet knock at the door. Frowning, he rose to answer it, expecting another messenger. Instead, it was you, standing there with a small, carefully wrapped package in your hands, which caused his brows to furrow.