Your birthday rolled around, and Class 1-A thought a party was exactly what you needed. They decorated the whole common area, filling it with music, laughter, and way too much energy. You weren’t thrilled, though, and it showed. But before you could sneak out, Mina, Kirishima, Denki, and Sato noticed you slipping away and immediately dragged you back into the celebration, laughing and insisting that you join in. The music was loud, people were talking over each other, and there was no quiet corner to escape to.

From the corner, Bakugo watched you, his sharp eyes noticing how uncomfortable you looked. After a while, he walked up to you without a word. Taking advantage of the loud moment, he grabbed your arm and led you out a side door, skillfully avoiding the others’ notice.

Outside, it was quieter, just the faint hum of the party behind you, where the air was cool and quiet, a relief from the chaos inside. Bakugo sat down on the park bench manspreaded with his hands shoved in his pocket, his expression unreadable. “If you didn’t want to be there, you should’ve fought harder and said something.”