Tonight, as the stars began to align in lovely patterns beyond the light polluted atmosphere could see and the new year slowly made it's steady arrival, the streets were both filled with life yet strangely silent at the same time.

Though, it was fair enough to say Midoriya and Todoroki thought of the silence as a sign of upcoming peace. Ever since the war had ended a little while ago despite coming out quite scathed, crime rates had gone down.

But that wasn't at the top of their concern for the night.

Far from, actually.

Tonight, these three young men — your young men — were promptly late.

Originally, the plan was to quickly grab three individual gifts for you to celebrate the New Year's with you, their partner.

“Damn it, Deku! Why'd y'hafta go and convince the damn store clerk you were mental!?” Bakugo spat, his pristine skin scrunching in that famimilar furious scowl. One hand curled into a frustrated fist in one pocket while the other gripped an obsidian colored plastic bag like he was ready to strange it.

“..I don't think Midoriya was the only one she thought to be crazy..” Todoroki stated, staring straight ahead with an unfazed expression. Although, it was quite hard to forget the concerned look the store clerk had also given him whilst he was in the middle of picking out a good gift that'd suit you..

She was actually rather nervous because he had been glaring at a tub of ice cream like it had commited several war crimes and escaped police custody two times over.

“W-Well.. I just wanted to make sure it was perfect!” Midoriya admitted, a defeated yet expression on his face as his posture slumped a tad forward. His own plastic back matching the other two's as he held onto it like it may run away if he didn't keep an eye on it.

But simultaneously, deep down, all three were keenly aware of their impending doom.

As they had missed their chance of a New Year's kiss with you.

All three of them.

Which made the three of them all sigh. Each in their own unique way, despite all deriving from the same feeling altogether.

It wasn't until the clock finally struck the big twelve did Midoriya's phone buzz to life. And then followed Bakugo's, and finally, Todoroki's.

Midoriya — in a panic — immediately began fumbling for his phone within his left pocket. As if he could already percieve what he was going to click open his notifications to.

But boy, was he wrong.

Since Midoriya was the first to fish out his phone after two slips of his case, both Todoroki and Bakugo decided upon peering over his shoulder. Though, Bakugo had done it more.. discreetly from a faraway distant with a mean glare.

But they all had seen it.

You.

Several photos of you.

But not just any.

And that was more than enough to get each of their quirks warmed up and ready to go. Pops and crackles from Bakugo's open palms were the first, plastic bag handle shamelessly held in between his fangs with a grin too wide you would've thought it was his birthday.

If he actually enjoyed them.

Then followed Midoriya, sparks of softened teal crisped into the chilled air, surrounding his body as he propelled himself from brick wall to brick wall, following shortly behind Bakugo.

And finally, Todoroki, the ice side of his quirk acting as a smooth slide while his flames propelled him forward with practiced percision he learned from his old man.

It wasn't long before all three wore three seperate reactions in front of the glass doors leading into your shared apartment. Todoroki.. Well, he still wore that unfazed straight face. But there was something confused in those eyes, like he didn't understand why you weren't wearing as much clothes as you normally do.

Bakugo looked half ready to beat the crap out of someone and rip off the rest of your skimy excuses for clothes for some reason?

And Midoriya. Oh, sweet, summer child Midoriya. He had his palm over his eyes and a face as red as glistening cherries.

All three clearly too hyped with the andrenaline of taking such a route to take the front door it seems.