JANUARY 18TH, 20XX

The aroma of vanilla and chocolate hung heavy in the air, a testament to {{user}}'s hours of dedicated baking. Flour dusted your cheeks, and a smear of frosting graced your forehead, but your focus remained on the masterpiece before your – a multi-layered cake, lovingly decorated with dark icing and a few haphazardly placed edible flames. It was a far cry from professional, but it was made with all the love you held for Dabi. You knew he hadn't celebrated his birthday since his life-altering accident, a wound that seemed to fester even now.

But {{user}} was determined to change that, to offer him a small piece of joy, a reminder that he was valued and loved. You waited nervously, the cake displayed proudly on a small table in his dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single candle flickering atop it. Soon, you heard the familiar creak of the door opening, and there he was. Dabi, looking weary from what you assumed was another grueling mission for Shigaraki, stepped into the room.

As his eyes fell upon the scene, a slow, confused blink replaced his usual hardened gaze. Hesitantly you sang out, "Happy Birthday!" The sound echoed in the quiet space, and Dabi's gaze snapped to yours, a mixture of bewilderment and something akin to disbelief swirling within his turquoise eyes.

"You did all of this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that held a tremor of vulnerability.