A Tie Between Us (Kiribaku)

Happy Birthday, Dummy

"Oi, it's your birthday isn't it, Dumb hair?"

The whole question came out of the blue one morning as I was just casually preparing myself for the day. For a moment, when the question came out of his mouth, I was stunned. How could he have known? How could he have remembered? Was it really my birthday? I stared at him, dumbfounded until I looked at my phone and saw that it really was, in fact, my birthday. "Um.. Yes?" I tripped on my words. "H-how did you know?"

"Kaminari, idiot."

"Oh.." I sighed and mentally scolded myself for telling him when my birthday was. I frowned and went back to fixing my hair so that it was right where I wanted it, trying to forget about today.

"Aren't you happy about it?" It was more of a scold rather than a question.

I shrugged even though I already knew the answer as to why. My shrug, apparently, made Bakugo unsatisfied as he started digging for more information. He looked at me and I could tell that he was searching my eyes, trying to find the real truth behind it. I felt my face burning a little, staring into his eyes dead-on. His eyes were red, just as mine, but were much more confident and filled with way less pain, making them appear more attractive to me up close.

I reluctantly looked away. "W-we should get to class."

I could tell Bakugo was upset by it, but after a few seconds, he nodded and looked away from me, grabbing his stuff and heading towards the door as I followed like a puppy from behind.

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Eventually, as we got to Aizawa's class, my ears were, unfortunately, filled with "Happy Birthday!'s" from my classmates as my roommate and I walked in. As I slowly got through the crowd of people, I groaned as I slumped down in my seat and prayed for death.

"Seriously, why do you hate your birthday?!" Bakugo yelled at me as he took the seat across from mine. "Something happen that I don't know about?!"

I sighed and tried to collect myself, seeing as the truth was unavoidable. "Look, I don't want you to feel sorry for me or anything 'cause I think you're really cool and..." I mumbled as I looked down and cradled my hands in my lap.

"What are you turning into stupid Deku? Just tell me!" He interrupted.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out as Aizawa entered the classroom and beat me to it. "Good morning, class." He yawned and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. I closed my mouth and solemnly and exhaustedly, I and my classmates got ready for the unfortunate lesson that would unfold in the next few minutes.

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After school, Kaminari came up beside me and tried to apologize as Bakugo trailed from behind. Down the hall, the three of us walked in an awkward silence for a bit before the "Pikachu boy" tried to initiate a conversation.

"I'm sorry, dude." He sighed. "I just really wanted you to be happy on your birthday." He gave me an apologetic smile.

I didn't respond for a bit, trying to plan it out before I said it. "It's okay... It's just my birthday's just kinda a sucky day for me, y'know?"

"Yeah I know..."

More silence followed until we dropped Kaminari off at his room and started walking towards ours.

Bakugo came up beside me once the dirty blonde was gone and gave me a mixed look of irritation, concern, and confusion. "What were you going to say before, Dumb hair?" He huffed.

"What?"

"About why you hate your birthday, Stupid." He growled.

"Oh right... well..." I looked away and rubbed my hands along my jeans as the sweat built up on my palms. "When it was my ninth birthday, my mom and dad got a-a... divorce... and no one even remembered my birthday...." I breathed out and tried to blink faster to try to stop myself from crying. "Well... At least my grandma did, but when it was around my twelfth birthday, she died."

Bakugo's reaction wasn't emotional or pitiful. He just grunted out an "Oh" and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

As we walked the rest of the way to our room, the air was filled with even more silence between my roommate and I. However, unlike with Kaminari, the silence wasn't all that awkward. It was more reassuring and in all honestly, much needed.

I thought about how much I was grateful for how Bakugo reacted to my little sob story. I was beginning to grow tired of all the pity I received from people all the time. It was amazing how I finally found someone who didn't feel sorry for me.

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"Oi, Stupid!" Bakugo yelled to me from his side of the room.

I looked up and was about to speak when he interrupted and said,  "... Happy Birthday, Dummy..." as he looked down, his face tinted red.

I blushed. "Thanks..."

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Woo! 839 words! And early too! Aren't all of you proud of me? Yes I know it isn't Kirishima's birthday... I just thought it would be cute bc my birthday was yesterday! So I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I'll probably be updating Tuesday as well bc you all had to wait and you probably deserve it tbh. Till then, see ya!