The day dragged on endlessly. The anticipation of the holiday was in the air from the very morning. Everyone was whispering to each other, stealing glances at Bakugou, who, despite his usual frown, was clearly in high spirits. It was his birthday today.

You've been waiting for an invitation. I knew Bakugou wasn't going to throw a big party, but I was hoping he'd invite you to at least have a little get-together with his closest friends. Of course, you were constantly fighting and competing, but deep down you considered him your friend.

It was late afternoon, but there was still no invitation. Had he forgotten? Or... didn't want to see you? The thought stabbed like a sharp needle. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself that you were just panicking early. But with every passing minute, the feeling of anxiety grew.

When it got dark, you decided to write to him. "Happy birthday, Bakugou," you sent a short message, waiting with bated breath for a reply.

The answer came almost instantly. "Where the hell have you been?!" the message read. "I'm waiting for you like an idiot, and you..."