“Kacchan!” A familiar squeaky cheerful voice called out to him. Katsuki turned around to look at the owner of the voice.
Katsuki released a fond sigh softly, not to look fondly at the greenette running towards him. For a minute there, the blond thought he won’t come and Katsuki will have to come to their apartment just to fetch him.
“There you are Izuku.” Katsuki said, acting to be annoyed and crossing his arms, watching as Izuku came to a stop in front of him, hands on his knees as tried to catch his breath.
“Sorry Kacchan.” He panted out, head hung low, taking in deep breaths.
“What took you so long?” Katsuki said, still acting grumpy. They agreed on meeting on their usual meeting place today before Katsuki had to go with his parents to their grandparents for his birthday, and they won’t meet until the day after tomorrow.
Now, with Izuku being late, they have lesser time to be together. Not that Katsuki likes hanging out with the nerd or anything.
“Sorry,” Izuku whined out again. “Mom wanted me to do my chores before I went here.”
“Bet you didn’t clean your room properly, stupid Izu.” Katsuki teased with a smirk.
“Kacchan~” Izuku whined out, with a pout. Katsuki just laughed.
“Anyway!” Izuku said cheerily, making no effort to hide the fact he’s changing the subject, “Happy Birthday Kacchan!” He beamed, along with his trademark sunshine smile -although he was missing a tooth cause it fell out a couple of days ago.
A hint of pink were on Katsuki’s cheeks as he averted his gaze mumbling out a small “Thanks.” Not wanting to look at Izuku in the eyes.
For a second, the blond stole a glance towards the greenette, however he wasn’t sure whether he was happy or embarrassed when he saw the wide toothy beaming smile the greenette still had in his face.
“Ah!” Izuku exclaimed, removing his gaze away from the blond and instead to his hand. “I found this for you!” He said, handing out 3 yellow hellebores flowers towards him.
Katsuki’s eyes were wide with surprise, surely he didn’t expect this from the greenette. Moreover where did he get this from?
“Where did you get these?” Katsuki asked rather softly than how he usually speaks, taking the flowers from Izuku, holding the flower with both hands.
“The nice lady from the flower shop nearby gave them to me. I was looking at them from the window and it reminded me of you, she might have caught me staring so she asked if I wanted one then I said i didn’t have any money, I was a bit embarrassed when she said I didn’t have to…” Katsuki didn’t hear the rest of his explanation, instead focusing on the flowers on his hands instead.
Here he thought, they’ll just play for a while before he had to leave for he rest of the day.
Katsuki was caught in a daze for a minute, just staring at the flowers in his hands, and just standing there.
Izuku managed to stop mumbling by himself as he looked at his best friend. Not expecting the blond to be so in awe with the flowers he himself wasn’t expecting to give them either.
To be honest, he’s really happy he’s able to give the flowers to his best friend. It’s his birthday after all.
“Do you like it Kacchan?” Izuku asked, tilting his head to the side a little.
The tinge of pink went back to Katsuki’s cheeks, hiding - and failing- himself behind the flowers.
“Yeah….” he answered softly, earning him a bigger smile from the greenette.
Katsuki caressed the neatly pressed and laminated flowers on his book. Remembering the day when Izuku gave it to him, quickly pressing it into a book the moment he got home and before he left for his grandparents house.
Who would’ve thought that was the last thing Izuku gave to him before everything went to absolute shit between them.
Still, he kept them. Kept them, and cherished them. Not even bothering to use another bookmark when this one was still good even after all the years of use.
Of course, no one knows about said bookmark. Even if they did, no one knows the meaning of it or where it came from. Not that anyone knows.
Loud knocking was heard in from his door, pulling Katsuki our of his daze from reminiscing of what happened when they were 4 or 5 years old.
He frowned, but didn’t say a thing, closing the book and tucked it away in his bookshelf. Then headed for the door, opening it, although he already has an idea of who is on the other side of it.
There’s no one else in the entire dorm that could knock on his door that loudly.
“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki asked, wrenching open the door, revealing spiky red hair and bright blond hair.
“Come hang out with us in the common area!” Kaminari said excitedly.
“The fuck?” Katsuki’s scowl went deeper. “Why the hell would I do that?” He asked.
“Come on, dude, just hang out with us.” Kirishima said, both he and Kaminari already pulling the ash blond away from his room.
“I don’t fucking want to!” Katsuki said, pulling his arms away from his two idiot friends.
“Aww, please Kacchan.” Kaminari pleaded with puppy eyes, but Katsuki doesn’t give a flying fuck about whatever face Kaminari will give him.
“Don’t call me that!”
“You sure let Midoriya call you that though.” Kirishima said, with a knowing yet teasing smirk on his lips.
“Sure it is.” Kirishima said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes yet his hold doesn’t falter as the blond struggled to get out of the elevator, holding him back as Kaminari closed the door and pressed the button to the ground floor.
“What are you assholes planning?” Katsuki asked, pulling himself away from Kirishima’s grip, and glaring at the two meanwhile inspecting them from head to toe.
The ash blond knows them well enough that if they were to drag him somewhere they were up to no good.
Kirishima and Kaminari exchange looks, smiles on their faces then looking back to Katsuki.
“You’ll see.” Is what Kaminari just says. And Katsuki couldn’t help but be curious and be even more cautious of whay the two is planning.
Maybe another prank? Most likely. Are Ashido and Sero in this as well? Maybe. Damn they just can’t give him a break huh?
The elevator dinged and the doors slowly started to open. Katsuki was ready to explode their asses and whatever prank they have made, when suddenly he heard party poppers went off.
“Happy Birthday!” The whole class of 2-A yelled out loud, most of them wearing party hats on their heads.
The blond flinched slightly, eyes widening in shock.
It’s my birthday today…
Kirishima and Kaminari just laughed with the blond unable to say anything then just pushing him out of the elevator.
“The fuck is all this?” Katsuki asked trying to be grumpy and annoyed but all that came out was surprised and bewilderment.
“It’s a surprise birthday party, explodoboy.” Ashido said, walking up to him and snapping a party hat on him as well. “The whole class helped out!”
“All for our resident grump.” Kirishima said placing an arm over his shoulders.
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“It’s all the Bakusquad’s idea.” Kaminari said proudly, chin up high, his arms crossed.
“Stop fucking calling it squad!”
The rest of the class just laughed at the group’s antics. The class suddenly parted into two, revealing the greenette holding a birthday cake, the candles already lit up.
“Blow your candles, Bakugo!” Sero encouraged as if he was a child, earning him a punch to his arm Izuku just approached the blond, the million dollar smile on his face.
A hint of pink on Katsuki’s cheeks, as he bent down and blew on the candle. The class cheering, then proceeded to give Katsuki a group hug and handing him their gifts.
It went for what felt like hours, but a part of Katsuki was actually happy about the whole thing.
While the other part of him was wishing that hopefully at least this year, Izuku would give him something. He doubts it, but he hoped.
Katsuki sagged on the couch, his arms was getting tired from carrying their gifts, not once did they leave him alone to set them aside until now.
He sighed, as he sat up straighter on the couch. Turning his head when he felt the couch dip next to him.
“Happy Birthday Kacchan.” Izuku said, in a less hyper voice than the rest of the class has given him, a smile on his face.m handing him a piece of cake. How he managed to get a piece while the rest of the class has been gobbling it down, Katsuki will never know.
“Thanks.” He said, accepting the cake. He could at least say thanks just for today right? Plus the cake was his favorite flavor, -it was a spiced cake with a creamy caramel icing- which is a surprise since no one ever asked him nor did he ever ate cake with the class.
“Did you make this?” Katsuki asked in a suspicious tone because no one else in class would ever think of it, and with the greenette’s cooking skills in mind….
“What?” Izuku asked before laughing. “Of course not! You know how horrible I am at the kitchen, Kacchan. Sato made it.” Izuku informed.
“Thank God, I thought we would have to handle food poisoning on my birthday of all days.” Katsuki teased, his shoulders sagging in act of acting relieved.
“That’s mean!” Izuku exclaimed cutely, a pout on his lips, while Katsuki just laughed fondly and proceeded to feed himself.
Katsuki will never say it, but this cake is really really good. Izuku just smiled knowing the blond liked the cake, he won’t say he was the one who requested it for the party, and ate his own share of the cake.
Although Katsuki already knew it was his idea.
The two remained in comfortable silence as they ate, minutes later Katsuki broke the silence.
“You aren’t gonna give anything to me?” Katsuki asked like a fucking child and he regrets it, he sounds like a fucking desperate loser, he just really couldn’t help himself huh?
The question startled Izuku, based from the way his hand that holds his fork stops midway, and the way his green eyes widened, mouth hanging open.
Katsuki quickly turned his head away from Izuku, embarrassed, he could feel the heat on his cheeks for having asked such a question. Not daring to spare even a glance to Izuku.
“I…” Izuku started hesitantly, scratching his cheek letting out an awkward chuckle. “I d-did actually.” He stuttered out.
Katsuki eyes widened looking back to the greenette.
“I didn’t expect you wanted one from me.”
I always expected one from you… Katsuki thought but didn’t say.
“Though I don’t think you’ll like it.” Izuku said, meaning there’s a possibility that he won’t give it to Katsuki.
And Katsuki wants it.
What he wants, is what he gets.
“I’ll be the judge of that, nerd.” Nice. He doesn’t sound desperate. Yes. Thank you mouth for cooperating.
“Y-you sure?” Katsuki could see the hesitancy in his eyes. “It’s not really that… great.”
“Wouldn’t say so if I wasn’t.”
“O-okay then…” Izuku stuttered out, setting his cake aside and standing from his seat. “Oh uh…” Izuku said stopping in his tracks. “Do… uh… you mind if you come with me? It’s not something that should be laid out with the rest…”
Katsuki immediately stood up. Now fully curious if whatever the nerd wants to give him. Really, Katsuki will just be happy with whatever he’ll give to him.
They quietly snuck past the class, which was not that hard to do way too in their own conversations and games and food to mind the two.
As they reached Izuku’s floor, Izuku warned. “I’ll just remind you, it’s okay if you don’t like it, it’s really childish and-”
“Just show it to me nerd.” Katsuki said, growing impatient.
“Okay, okay!” Izuku said, opening the door to his dorm and headed inside, Katsuki in tow.
Katsuki will always be amazed with the All Might shrine that’s in Deku’s room. No other All Might fans will ever top this room. Filled with posters, action figures, magazines, even the damn bed covers is All Might.
But that shouldn’t be his main concern right now…
Where was his gift?
There was no signs of gift wrapped presents anywhere. Was it under his bed perhaps? Maybe.
Red eyes continue to wander until it landed on Izuku’s table. His eyes widening when he lands on a particular flower pot with a red ribbon tied around it on the table.
“This is it…” Izuku said, not looking Katsuki in the eye, clearly embarrassed.
“Are those hellebores?” Katsuki asked, approaching the table, using the back of his index finger to caress one of its petals.
“Yeah…” Izuku said shyly, a small blush on his cheeks. “It’s just that, I saw the flower on the bookmark when you brought your book down on the common room a few weeks ago and I thought maybe you wanted one so I looked for the flower online and on flowershops in town. I thought it would be a good birthday present so I bought it but then I realized it was too childish and-” Izuku caught himself off when he saw the fond look and smile -not a sinister or teasing one, just a pure, genuine happy smile- on the blond’s face.
The blond didn’t say anything just continued to caress the flower’s petal with the back of his finger. Gentler than he how usually acts.
“Do…” Izuku started hesitantly, fiddling with his fingers. “Do you like it?” He asked, looking at Katsuki with expectant eyes, he doesn’t know which was worse, him being quiet or him glaring daggers at him.
Katsuki small chuckle, the smile on his face not wavering as he met Izuku’s eyes. A fond look on his face especially in his eyes.
Just a little something for the explosive grump for his birthday. Hahaha