when shōto opens his door, ochako greets him with the most radiant of grins. "happy birthday, todoroki-kun!" a colorful piece of paper rustles between her fingers as she extends it towards him, revealing it to be a jovially decorated invitation. washi tape, doodles and even glitter frame the words 'coupon for a get-together with homemade zaru soba, fun and games!' signed by several of the 1-A girls. "i'm just the messenger," she explains, sheepish. "but everyone's excited to celebrate with you!"
anyway i’m the fucking worst confirmed.
shōto can’t help but blink when he opens the door to see uraraka there, with a huge grin on her face – unkempt is perhaps the word to describe him, having spent most of the night tossing and turning, and his hair is mixing in the middle, tangled white and red. he takes the paper from uraraka automatically, reading it without really comprehending it, and he blinks again when uraraka explains, “i’m just the messenger, but everyone’s excited to celebrate with you!”
( he’s never really had a party before -- no, maybe that’s a lie. he doesn’t remember it, but he’s pretty sure fuyumi’s mentioned a birthday party when he was three, a little before his quirk manifested, before he grew separate from his siblings. still, either way, it’s been so long he doesn’t really have any memories of actually having a party, and perhaps that counts. ).
hand awkwardly raise to the back of his neck to rub it, a nervous gesture he’s not entirely sure where’s he’s picked it up from. ‘ ah. i guess... i’ll... go get ready ? ’ what is he supposed to do, anyway ? they’ve celebrated birthdays before, for others, but he’d never expected a party for him. though, he supposes if they’d throw a party for bakugō, they’d probably throw a party for him too.
