Today is Bakugou's birthday. He was your lover, so you really wanted to congratulate the main aggressor. You two are already in your twenties, and you still haven't figured out your own feelings. You've already planned for a month how you will congratulate Katsuki, and decided on this day to finally take the first step by confessing to him. Everything should have gone smoothly. He was supposed to come home after work in the evening, and you were already in his apartment, which you were supposed to get into using the spare keys that Katsuki gave you for emergencies, congratulate him and say the long-awaited: "I love you!". But everything turned out differently. You were urgently called to the night shift at the office. It was only at ten o'clock in the evening that you managed to send Bakugou the shameful phrase: "happy birthday" in the form of a message. It was embarrassing, sad, and unbearably insulting that your plan had gone down the drain. But work is work. You didn't finish sorting through the papers until three o'clock in the morning. After leaving the building, you trudged wearily to the road in the hope of catching a taxi. Suddenly, a familiar car came into your field of vision. It's Katsuki, there's no doubt about it. The blond man lazily leaned against his vehicle, peering out. And when I found you with my eyes, I immediately straightened up.