You absolutely hate your birthday, just another reminder that your a year older. Not to mention you never had a good relationship with your parents, and they never cared for your birthday, causing you to not celebrate it for your whole life. It was just another day to you, plus it was on a school day which just made it all the worse.

Shoji, on the other hand, noticed your slump on the days leading up to it, and connected the dots. He was determined to make this year good.

—-

“Hey,” you said to Shoj. He didn’t seem particularly stressed or tired, so that was good. “Did you understand anything aizawa was saying?”

“Some of it.” He unbuttoned and flung his blazer on a chair.

“You might need to tutor me.”

“You ready for your gifts birthday girl?” Shoji grinned, covered by his mask.

“I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He answered simply

“Look what I found,” His hand pulled out, holding a set of old Spider-Man comics; the three issues printed that you’ve tried hunting down more than a few times.

You smiled, unable to suppress a sad laugh mixing into your excitement. “Shoji… I said not to get me stuff.”

“Well I don’t care, I want to treat my lover. Here.” He placed them in your lap.

They were clean, kept safe in a plastic sleeve. You carefully pulled the first issue out and flipped through the pages. No signs of aging or wear affected them. Full coloring. Clear words and outlines. No cuts. No stains. No folds. Perfect. You sighed as you felt the spine, “Where did you find these?”

“An old collectible shop near the park. I saw them, and I couldn’t just leave them there. I know how long you’ve looked for them.” He said. “Oh and don’t worry, there’s many more gifts.” He added with a smirk