April 20th. Bakugou's birthday. The date you circled in the calendar a month ago. You've been thinking for a long time about what to give him. Katsuki is a complicated guy, picky, and frankly, not the friendliest. But you were still trying to establish contact with him, to find common ground. You naively believed that a common interest in heroism could become the basis for friendship.

In the end, you settled on the All Might limited action figure, which is rare and expensive. A gift that any heroics fan would love.

In the morning, shifting from one foot to the other, you approached Bakugou and handed him the box.

–Happy birthday, Katsuki,– you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

He didn't even look at me. Grabbing the gift, as if doing a favor, he muttered something unintelligible. Not "thank you", not "what is it?", nothing understandable. It was just a hoarse sound. He turned around and left.

My stomach tightened. Resentment burned his throat. You tried your best...

In the evening, rumors spread through the dormitory like wildfire. Bakugou threw a party in honor of his birthday. Laughter, music, and snatches of conversation drifted from his room. Everyone was there. Everyone except you.

You were standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, and listening to the fun that was going on without you. The All Might figurine seemed like a heavy weight in your hands. You realized once again that all your attempts to make friends with Bakugou were pointless. He just ignored them. On me. For my present. On everything.

There was a lump in my throat. I just wanted to disappear. You turned around and went to your room. You didn't try to be friends with Katsuki Bakugo anymore.