“Open up.”

Those aren’t really the words you’d like to be greeted with at 11:50 PM. If it’d been anyone else, you would’ve thought you were getting robbed in the secure dorm system of the number one hero university in Japan, but that mixture of gruffness and tenderness in a whispered voice you’re all too familiar with has you groggily leaving the comfort of the bed to unlock the door, unbothered to turn on the lights first.

The door slides open and he closes with slow precision, minimizing the creaking before it clicks back closed. As odd as it seems, you can’t bring yourself to ask why Katsuki’s in your room right now, or why you let him in in the first place. All you care about is slipping back underneath the covers to return to sleep.

“Get your lazy ass up,” Katsuki orders once more though, and it has you irritated enough to actually listen. Why the hell is he bossing you around in your own room that you let him in?

However, your complaints cease to a halt when a quiet boom! marks the birth of a small flame. The rest of the words die on your tongue as your curious, mesmerized gaze follow the gentle light on the tip of his finger being pointed at something.

As soon as the candle is lit, you realize it’s standing on a plate of your favorite food.

Katsuki turns away and crosses his arms, unable to get himself to watch the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate still.

“You like this stuff, right?” he huffs like an agitated bull, as if he isn’t the one bearing you the plate. “The other extras are planning on shoving a shitty, dry cake down your throat tomorrow morning. At least I got you something edible and not cringe.”

He taps his arm rhythmically, fidgeting. “Made it just now. Didn’t wanna wait ‘til tomorrow when it’s all cold and shit so… that’s why you’re eating it right here.”

Finally, he musters up the courage to face you again. Maybe it’s just the low visibility from the only source of light being a tiny candle, but his face looks flustered. Warm.

“Happy birthday,” Katsuki mumbles, “or… whatever.”