MHA/BNHA Stories.

Birthday Surprise.

Not my art, credit where credit is due!

Shouta Aizawa has always hated his birthday. To his friends, it was a reminder of when he was born. Something to celebrate, but that was not the case for him. It was just another day. Another day but one focused on the prince of grumpiness.

Not what he wanted. Because if they genuinely wanted to give him a birthday gift, they would let him sleep the day away. Not wake him up at some ungodly hour, drag him from his comfy bed to shower, shave, dress, and live. This year would be no different, or so the noir-maned individual thought.

Waking up well after noon, dark gems blinked away the last bit of sleep. For the first time in a long time, a particular pro hero was about to sleep all night. Lazily turning over, those same onyx hues stared at the clock. Red numbers read 12:53 PM.

Soft meows and paws targeted his face and hair. "I'm getting, up, I'm getting up..." Looking over at his cats, Shouta willed himself up and out of bed. The usual morning routine went off without a hitch.

As the day went on Aizawa found himself double-checking the date, his phone, and the time. There wasn't a text, missed call, email, etc, from any of his friends. Did they forget what today is? Thinking about it for a moment, the long, messy-haired man shrugged it off. It was unlikely that they forget. They're probably just busy.

However, as time passed he couldn't help but wonder what was going on. No one bugged him, not even his boss, Nezu. This was too strange. The day was spent doing nearly everything he wanted to do. Going to cat-themed cafes, feeding strays, kicking the occasional villain in the face, and not having to deal with problem children.

This year wasn't too bad. Not until Eraserhead returned home. Home the place that used to give him so much joy. It was cold and dark now, the only light being the cats that were saved from the fire that consumed his old life.

Dinner time, no invitation to go out, no one came to steal him away. Mic was far too quiet today, it was scary. There was no homecooked meal to greet him, no warm arms to embrace and heal his hollow heart. Two fancy meals were made and put out, one for each feline.

"This is what I wanted right...?" No one answered. Sighing as salty droplets fell and landed into the cup of noodles that would be his dinner. Shoulders shaking, Aizawa couldn't help but wonder if this was punishment. A reminder to not take his friends for granted.

Pushing away from the table, leaving the lonely cup of eating food in its place. Nimble fingers moved, carding through his woolen locks. "I need some fresh air." Heading over to the back door, it creaks open.

Black boots hit the pavement before their owner heard. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHOUTA!" Dark irises widened as his friends were gathered up in the backyard around a bonfire. "It took you long enough to come outside!" Nemuri said while walking over to him.

"Yeah, I hope you enjoyed this year because I am never doing that again! Watching you go about your lazy, boring, lonely life without tunes was hard, yo!" A wrap gate appeared and Kurogiri stepped out. "I agree with Zashi, it was harder than I thought it would be..."

The trio looked at each other than their oddly quiet friend. "I thought you guys forgot..."

"We could never forget!" Hizashi said while giving his signature grin. "Yeah, Aizawa, even if you want us to, we wouldn't." Kayama placed an arm around his waist and gave her old friend a gentle squeeze.

"Come open your gifts." Things were still just a bit shaky with the former villain. They were all learning to cope with what he became.

Drinks and good food were served up. Eraserhead found himself smiling just a bit. "This is perfect, thanks, guys." Present Mic nodded to the misty man, another wrap gate opened up. Something was pulled out.

"It's not over yet, you've got one more from all of us." Midnight's loving voice spoke as she patted his hair. "Enjoy it and don't lose it this time!" Chartreuse pupils shimmered and shined in the glowing light of the dying fire.

Kurogiri stepped aside to let the birthday man see his last gift.

"This....This can't be..."

"It is, go on, Shouta." Kneeling down, gentle fingers caressed soft fleece. "Oh, kitten, don't be afraid." Nemuri, Yamada, and Kuro left via wrap gate. Leaving Aizawa to enjoy his surprise. "You must be cold, let's get you inside, little kitty. Don't worry, I've got you, you're safe."

Your body shook as you heard the voice of the man that held you captive for nearly a year. You were a breath of fresh air in his most suffocating time. The thing that kept a young, naive teen going. It took so many years to just approach you but it was worth it when he finally had you.

However, fate is a cruel mistress, as he mistreated you by taking you for granted. Believing that you'd never leave his side. Aizawa remembered that day, years ago he came home later than usual. He was dragged out to a birthday party in his honor, one he didn't want to go to.

While heading back to his home, his friends noticed a lot of fire trucks and police heading toward his neighborhood. That sobered them up rather quickly. Taking off they made it to the scene swiftly.

Flames, bright and high, burned and flickered. The wind carried them off, making them stronger but that didn't matter. "KITTEN!"

"Stop! You can't go in there!" Eraserhead jumped into the burning building anyway, he came back out a few minutes later with two small kitties. The ones he gifted you so that you weren't bored while he was out keeping you safe.

A body was found later on, it was charred to the point of dust. Shouta broken then, it was supposed to be a happy day, the day of his birth. Not anymore, it would be forever known as the day he lost you.

Now, seven years later, you've returned. Just as beautiful as his mind remembers. There are no burn scars, nothing was out of place. You aged with grace, and he loved that. Your body shook harder as those same warm lips planted themselves on your cold ones. Just like the day you started a fire and made your escape.

"What a wonderful...." Aizawa paused while inhaling your scent. His crazed, love-filled, eyes told you everything you needed to know. You would never be able to escape this time.

"Birthday Surprise."

Happy Birthday to nearly everyone's favorite logical ruse-loving teacher.

1131 words. Don't ask me what I was thinking of at the start of this. Honestly, I don't know, I was too busy dancing around in my gamer chair. This story is the result.