I got a prompt. maybe everyone forgets it's kirishima's birthday except bakugou n like baku leaves a gift or card or something for him that says "happy birthday shitty hair <3"
lowkey this got away from me Iâm sorry lolol but yesss bless you! And happy birthday Kiri
Kirishima usually always woke up in a good mood. He enjoyed the mornings; they were quiet and peaceful and he was always productive during the first hours of the day.
However, this particular morning was different.
He smiled as he turned off his alarm, glancing at the date on his phone before getting up to start his usual routine. He felt an abnormal amount of energy surge through his body as he changed into his workout clothes, slipping on his favorite pair of running shoes before leaving his dorm and going on his usual morning run, repeating the same thought in his mind.
This overabundance of energy did not dissipate after his run nor as he showered and got ready for class. Actually, he seemed to be getting more and more excited as the minutes passed.
His entire body buzzed as he walked down the halls, greeting everyone he passed with a bright smile on his face.
âYo Kiri!â He turned around to see Kaminari jog up to him, falling in step together as they continued their way to class.
âHey Kami! Great day isnât it?â
âWow whatâs got you all happy today?â
His smile faltered slightly but managed to keep his lips turned up. âIâll give you three guesses bro.â
âShit man you know Iâm bad at guessing.â
âItâs true!â Both boys turned when they heard a high-pitched voice come from behind, both jumping slightly as Mina wedged herself between them, throwing her arms over their shoulders. âWait, what are we talking about?â
âJust why Kiri is happy.â
âOh, heâs always happy though! Did you fry more brain cells Kami?â
Kirishima listened to his friends banter as he walked with them, chest slightly tightening at the thought that popped up.
Kirishima tried to shake off the fact that two of his best friends seemingly forgot about his birthday. Maybe theyâre tricking me? Yeah! That has to be it! Theyâre probably planning a surprise party or something. He snapped out of his thoughts when people started to talk amongst themselves, realizing then that he wasnât paying attention to Aizawaâs lecture whatsoever.
Leaning over his desk, he tapped Kaminari on the shoulder, pulling the other away from his conversation with Jirou. âHey man, what are we doing?â
Kaminari blinked at him  for a moment. âDude were you not paying attention? Are you feeling okay?â He tried to reach out his hand to feel Kirishimaâs forehead but the redhead gently swatted it away.
âNo dude Iâm fine,â he gave a reassuring smile. âBut seriously, whatâs going on?â
âPartner research paper over the reason and effectiveness over one of the hero laws.â
âAh okay. Wanna be partners?â
Kaminari gave him a guilty look and spoke quietly. âSorry Kiri, I told Sero last time that I would work with him.â He stood up and gave Kirishimaâs shoulder a pat. âSorry again bro but I think Bakugou still needs a partner!â
Kirishima looked over to Bakugou who was just staring out the window, not caring about what was happening around him.
He took a deep breath and plastered on a smile before standing and walking over to the blondeâs desk. âHey Bakugou!â he exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He watched as the other turned around, signature scowl on his face.
âThe fuck do you want, shitty hair.â
âBe my partner?â When he didnât receive an answer he started to panic slightly. âFor the project!â
âAnd why the fuck would I want to work with you on this shit?â
âBecause I need a partner and you need a partner!â
âWhat makes you think I need a damn partner dipshit?!â Kirishima took another deep breath.
âCome on man please?â He clapped his hands together in mock prayer, staring at Bakugou whose gaze was locked onto his.
âYou better not fucking slack off. I wonât fail because your dumbass isnât smart enough to do a simple ass research paper, shitty hair.â
Kirishima beamed at him. âThanks man! I owe you!â
âFucking whatever.â Kirishima swore he saw a faint trace of a blush on the otherâs cheeks. He watched as Bakugou packed up his bag and started to head towards the door. Kirishima just stood there, confusion evident on his face as he watched Bakugouâs retreating form.
âAre you fucking coming dumbass?â Kirishimaâs head snapped up at the otherâs harsh voice.
âThe fucking library, where else?â Kirishima smiled and grabbed his things to follow Bakugou.
They studied together for a few hours. Well, more like Bakugou yelled and Kirishima felt like he was about ready to pull out all of his hair with how stressful it was.
Once their research session was over, Kirishima dragged himself back to his dorm room, feeling more physically drained now than he did after his run.
âYo Kiri, you look dead.â Kirishima stopped walking as Sero walked up to him, concern etched onto the otherâs face.
The other seemed to think for a moment. âHey, if you want, Tetsutetsu from 1-B is throwing a birthday party. It might make you feel better!â
The redhead felt a sharp pang in his chest and tried to hold back a choked noise that threatened to escape.
Oh yeahâŠitâs my birthdayâŠand no one remembered.
He forced a smile. âNah man itâs cool. I just need to rest a little and Iâll be good as new!â
He knew his excuse was weak at best but he hoped that the other would look through it. He started to shift nervously on his feet as Sero seemed to analyze his entire being. The other shrugged eventually.
âAlright man I hope you get rest!â He wandered off down the way Kirishima had just came from and, again, the redhead found himself alone.
Sighing, he continued to his room, mind moving a mile a minute. He mulled over why none of his friends remembered his birthday, the topic eventually leading to him thinking about what his family used to do for him every year on his birthday.
He smiled softly at the memory of breakfast in bed, full of all of his favorite breakfast foods, which led to a multitude of activities, all of which he did with his parents. He specifically remembered his birthday two years ago and the paintball incident and couldnât help but chuckle.
All of his memories seemed to flood back at once, leaving him feeling slightly empty inside.
He sighed again, finally reaching his dorm room. He opened the door not-so-gently, cringing as the doorknob ricocheted against the wall. He threw his school supplies randomly in his room, feeling to exhausted to actually put anything away properly and flopped down on his bed, face first.
He laid like that for a few minutes, eyes closed and trying to relax. He gave up a few minutes later, huffing and pushing himself to sit up. He cracked his eyes open and stared at his backpack like it personally offended him. Something was sticking out of one of the compartments and Kirishima eyed it with curiosity.
He stood and walked over, carefully picking up the paper. Upon further inspection, he saw that it was a letter. He turned it over in his hands, admiring the way his name was written with such perfectly practiced calligraphy on the backside, fingers gently ghosting over the ink.
Gently, he turned it back over and peeled up the flap, careful not to rip the envelope or whatever was inside. He pulled out the letter portion, noticing that it was on fancy, customized paper. However, it was not the paper that caught his eye but rather the note written on it. Immediately, he knew who sent it.
Happy Birthday shitty hair Kirishima
Kirishima read over that very brief and simple line many times, feeling warmth spread through his entire being. He walked out of his room and next door to Bakugouâs, eyes never leaving the paper even as he knocked on the door. He didnât even realize that the other had opened the door at first.
âGo away shitty hair.â He looked up in time to see Bakugou attempting to lose the door.
âWait!â Kirishima shoved his arm through the door and activated his quirk, successfully stopping Bakugou from shutting him out. The other opened the door wider and glared at Kirishima.
âNow what the fuck do you want?â Kirishima held up the letter but didnât say anything. Bakugou crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and gave the other an incredulous look. âOf youâre not going to speak then get the fuck out asshole. I need to do shit and it doesnât involve y-â
âThank you,â Kirishima interrupted. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, prompting the other to continue. âFor the letter. It means a lot to me.â
âIt was just a stupid fucking letter. I bet your other shitty friends got you better crap anyway so go pester them.â Bakugou turned to walk further into his room.
âActually, everyone else forgot.â The other froze, Kirishimaâs words causing him to turn back around. âYouâre the only one that remembered. Even my parents havenât called yet actually.â He could hear the sadness in his own voice, too upset to actually care as all his emotions from the day crashed down on him at once.
âWell I was right about them being shitty ass friends.â Kirishima chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. âIs that fucking it?â
âI-uhâŠyeah? I just wanted to tell you how much it means to me that you care.â
âTch nobody said I fucking care. Now leave.â Bakugou swung the door shut hard, causing Kirishima to flinch back due to the sound. He stared at the door for a moment longer before looking back down at the note, a smile taking over his features as he started to feel happier.
Iâm glad Bakugou remembered.
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