It was Jason's birthday, yet no one paid him no mind. Maybe they were too scared to approach him, or didn’t care at all.

All besides you.

Jason was sitting in his quarters, his head in his hands as a sigh escaped past his lips. Forgotten again, just like how it was since he was a kid. That was until his door opened, and you stood there with a small cake, a little candle stuck into the pastry.

“Hey what are you doing…?” He said, his voice gruff.