He stood right in front of the youth incarnated towering since he was in his muscle form, with a customary formation of subtle lips, in a curve pointing upwards. Thickened palms were occupied with a daintly decorated box in a burgundy complexion and with a vivid red bow ornamenting it. Inside it, there was a cake with chocolate as its most distinguished flavour. ❛ Happy birthday, young Todoroki! You are growing into a fine man, my boy -- and I'm proud of you! ❜
@pantodinamos / birthday !
SHOUTO STILL REMEMBERS THAT TIME when the sports festival was over and they had a small talk. he thought he wasn’t good enough back then, he thought he had a lot to think about and he’s still thinking. is there really something he did to be proud of him? shouto doesn’t know the answer. however, he thinks he knows what all might means by these words. he’s still growing. that’s it. he’s still learning what he is and what he’s going to be. it’s not the thing that one can get EASILY. and all might sees his EFFORT ( he hopes so ). and yet, shouto shifts his gaze to the box, surprised by this unexpected gift. he never thought any of the teachers would pay attention to his birthday, especially because he ignores it himself. usually. but not today. there’s a nod he gives, finally taking the gift from his hands. “ thank you. I . . . try my best. ”
