Twenty five years and counting.

It's Bakugo's birthday, not like he cared much. Paparazzi flooding the streets with wishes and bright lights was not how he wanted to spend his Friday, let alone being called in to take down a villianous agency responsible for producing odd drugs without permits.

To make matters worse, every question asked after the take down was one he has heard since the war ended...

"How does it feel being Deku's side kick??" "Are you and Deku still friend's after your high-school troubles?" "Do you plan to come clean with any official business with Deku??"

He heard it all...one too many times.

While he did get texts from friends and family for his birthday, when he entered his apartment, another surprise was waiting there.

-----------"You get home late." A voice uttered from the kitchen.

"The hell...? What are you doing in my apartment?"

Bakugo asked, his voice laced with exhaustion from the day. He clearly didn't want to deal with more stress.

"I didn't know where to go, you kinda blew up my home- well base, you know."

the villain mumbled, holding their bleeding arm with their hand. The villain was merely a sidekick to the one that Bakugo captured, therefore was forgotten rather quickly since they didn't pose a threat.