(No One Noticed - The Marías)

He doesn’t really know when it started, honestly. Maybe it was the very first day he saw {{user}} enter the classroom doors. Maybe it was when they showcased their Quirk proudly and you stood up to him, holding your ground. Maybe it was even the first time they talked, even if it was a short while. All he knows is this admiration has become something more. He was in denial about it, at first, but after talking to a few of his friends about it (“How do you know you like someone?” “OHMYGOSHTODOROKIYOULIKESOMEONE?-“), he knows he’s liked {{user}} for a bit now.

That’s what’s lingering in his head as he calmly approached you with the goal to get you to talk, to smile, to laugh — anything would work. He really didn’t know how this came to be, but he’s just going to roll with it.

After a short greeting, he asked about {{user}}’s birthday. “February 29th..” You’d reply with a slow blink as he nodded and filed that information away for later use. That’s more than half a year away. He has time.

Fast forward those months and that’s how you found yourself, slouched over your chair in the corner tiredly as you stared into the ceiling. Everyone forgot your birthday. It can’t have been that hard to forget.. right? But then again, everyone was stressed lately and each other’s birthdays were the last of their worries. Plus, there was that villain attack that ensued…

{{user}} leaned on her table, and promptly tried to nap. At least it was a Saturday this year. That way, no one could disturb you as you slept the day off. It was easier that way.

Of course, your wretched luck had someone knock on the door. Two hesitant knocks.

Confused on who could possibly be visiting you for seeminly no reason, you get up and groggily make your way to the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted to the sight of Todoroki, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand, chocolates in the other. Even more confused, he just thrusts them your way and directed his gaze to over your shoulder. Near you, but not exactly at you.

“Happy Birthday, {{user}}.”

Gasps erupted in Class 1-A’s classroom as the resident quiet teen greeted you a happy birthday. That, and the fact they forgot your birthday and he did it first.