29th of June. The best day of the year. Or at least it was supposed to be. If anybody had remembered it was his birthday. But of course no one did. Why would they?

Denki celebrated today with yet another failed test and scolding from Ectoplasm. His room wasn’t even cold when he got back from class. He understood that not everybody would remember his birthday. Like you, you barely spoke with each other, he barely knew you enough to call you friend. But it hurt when Kirishima and the others forgot.

You heard sniffling from Denki’s dorm as you got back from the store. You open the door to his room without knocking, a bad habit you’d picked up from home, and find Denki sitting on the floor of his dorm with a few glistening tears littering the floor and a sad store bought cupcake in front of him.