(Y/n)'s POV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It's my eighth birthday! Papa, Daddy, and Auntie took off work today so they could celebrate with me. I'm so glad I'm here with them. I couldn't ask for a better family.
Last year, we moved into a big house. It's two floors and has a lot of space for the three of us (and Auntie when she visits). Oh, and Daddy adopted two cats so Sushi would have friends. Now we have Sushi, who's old, Mika, a baby tabby, and Hoshi, a small black cat. Daddy likes the cats, he wanted to get more but Papa told him no.
Over the year I've been here, I learned the layout of the house. I can walk around without help now because I know where all the furniture is and stuff. On some occasions, I do run into things, but I don't care. Daddy and Papa are proud of me for learning to walk alone. I also learned the paths around some of U.A. I know how to get to Granny, Auntie, Papa, and Daddy's classrooms along with the teacher's room. I'm getting better at stairs, but I'm still not great at it. All in all, everything is going great.
"Happy birthday to you~!" Papa and Auntie sang. I blew out the candles (Daddy told me just to face forward and blow them out) and smiled wide. Daddy served out the cake and we all ate happily while talking about whatever.
"Present time!" Papa yelled, he was almost more excited than I am. "Sorry, Sho." I heard him a nervous laugh. My best guess, Daddy had to use his quirk on Papa to save us from all going deaf.
"Okay, okay, (n/n), open this one first." Auntie handed me a box with a silk ribbon on it. "Can I-" "Yes, you can keep the ribbon." She laughed. I felt around the box, reaching for the lid and pulling it off. I reached into the box, feeling around at the items inside. "Bottles? What's in them? Oh! Are these... brushes? Wait, is it paint?" I asked the woman beside me. "Yep! I remember that you loved the texture of the paint so I figured I'd get you some. There's also some canvases in there for you to paint on." I felt her pat my head. She's to my... right! I turned in her direction and held out my arms for a hug, which is exactly what I got. "Thank you, Auntie Nem'!"
"Alright kiddo, my turn!" Papa cheered, placing what sounded like a larger box on the floor in front of me and then a medium-sized one on my lap. "Woah, okay," I repeated my actions from before on the box on my lap, feeling around before opening the present. Inside was a band that felt squishy on one side but hard on the other. On each end of the band was a circular, almost oval-shaped piece. Both were the same material as the connecting part with a hard outer shell and a squishy part on the inside.
"It feels like... Papa's headphones? But it's a different shape. Is it Papa's headphones?" I tilted my head in confusion. "It's not his headphones, no. It is headphones, though." Daddy replied, he sounded amused. "It's your pair of headphones. These are good to block out all sound so you can use them when you get overwhelmed." Papa explained to me. "That's so cool!"
"Okay, reach over in front of you, there's a big box there that you can open," Hizashi said, his smile almost audible. I did as he said, reaching over and pulling open the box. Feeling around, the material was cold like metal with some details of different textures. "I'm so confused." I deadpanned. Auntie and Daddy started laughing a lot, papa seemed to pout a bit.
"We told you, 'Zashi! She wouldn't understand it!" Auntie cackled. "Okay, okay! Gimme a minute." Papa grumbled. I felt the box move away, then something was unpackaged. The item was placed in front of me on the coffee table. "Alright, now check it out, (y/n)."
I felt around the object, still a bit unsure, only to realize it was a bunch of different metal bars built in an intricate-feeling way. "Daddy, what is this?" He laughed a bit. "It's an easel. You can put your canvas on it when you paint." He told me. I nodded in understanding, thanking 'Zashi for the gifts.
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