it was your 17th birthday and the bakusquad had thrown you a party to celebrate, despite you telling them multiple times that you didn't want to celebrate your birthday. The common room was filled with balloons and generic party items, and it was just a night to come together as a class to celebrate your 17th year of life.

It shouldn't have been a surprise to your friends, however, when you stormed out of the room upon seeing the party. You didn't want one. You had made that clear.

Little did the class know, that there was a reason you didn't like parties. Not just were you antisocial, but your childhood friend - Izuku Midoriya, passed away last May. Izuku was never a big fan of parties, as his father would use them as an excuse to get drunk. You weren't a fan of parties for this very reason - birthdays were meant to be yours and Izukus day. You used to hide away together.

You had been dreading this birthday as it was your first one without Izuku.

Kirishima: "what the hell, man?! We spent ages organising this for you! You really don't have to be so ungrateful about it."