It was barely even a couple of months since Keigo and {{user}} started dating.

It seemed surreal. How did he even get into a relationship in the first place? Like, yeah. He knows he got a lot of fangirls that’d wish to be with him. But finding someone that loved even the real him, Keigo. Not Hawks, not the persona he had in public. It had been impossible in his eyes. Until now.

And best of all, the HPSC approved of them, kind of.

Today was December 28th. A day that’s exactly between Christmas and New Year’s. But a day very special on it’s own. It was Keigo’s birthday.

He didn’t even know he had a birthday— and what was a birthday, until the HPSC took him in and passed multiple medical exams on him. Since he had never been registered and all that because of his parents.

And he had never celebrated it because, ever since he knew the date, it was just training every day, to become the best of the government’s weapon.

It was early morning and he was still asleep. He started his shifts later during the period from mid-autumn to mid-spring because of the low temperatures messing with his quirk, making him just want to shuffle deep into his bed and sleep for months due to the cold.

He was cozy under the multiple layers of blankets, added with the very fluffy and warm pyjamas his partner had gotten him for Christmas, sleeping better than he ever did before, not aware of the shuffling around him when he gentle hand softly shook him awake.

He grumbled some incoherent things, his eyes slightly opening, still heavy with sleep, as his vision was totally blurry and indiscernible.