Who gave a damn about birthdays. Not Bakugo.

He'd woken up by a brief text from his parents. The usual. A muted excitement rushed through his veins as slipped into his uniform, triumphantly taking a first step from his dorm.

Silence. No 'Happy Birthday,' No 'Birthday Blessings,' Not even a 'Have a good day.'

The subtle brightness of his face before? That had disappeared long ago; only to be replaced by the consistent scowl all his classmates had grown accustomed to. That's all they knew him as,

A scowl.

Naturally, a part of Bakugo wanted to lash out. To blow someone to smithereens until they sang him that stupid song. But the other part, the part he tried to snuff out, his vulnerability, couldn't say it didn't expect this.

People were intimidated by him. Hardly thought of him as a person. And, honestly, Bakugo couldn't blame them.

It was his own fault.

Who gave a damn about birthdays. Not Bakugo.

..Obviously.

With a sigh pressed through his lips, he slid open the door to his class, watching everyone engage in mindless chatter. Walking to his desk, he couldn't help but notice something settled on the surface. His eyes widened a fraction.

A smooth chocolate cupcake, topped with pink frosting. His breath couldn't help but hitch.

Calloused fingers slowly tracked toward the treat, feigning annoyance. Somehow, he already knew who this action stemmed from.

"{{user}}," He grunted through gritted teeth, his lips starting to bead with blood as he continued to bite into it.

"I don't need your snacks, damn moron.."

He didn't yell. He wouldn't. He could barely muster the strength to speak.