Better On Paper: Short Stories

Happy Birthday, Brat! {A Bakugou Katsuki Birthday Story}

You would think that someone that was so into themselves would do nothing but await his birthday with glee, but Katsuki Bakugou was never really one to celebrate it too much. Hence, he never really said anything about it as the month of April went on week by week until it landed on the 20th.

One reason he never liked the date was because of the constant jokes at his expense.

"Seriously?! 4/20?! The only better thing than that would be being born six pounds and nine ounces!"

According to his mother, he was six pounds and eight ounces...thankfully, or else he'd probably never live it down.

"How the hell did you get born on the chillest day of the year when you have absolutely no chill?!"

Like he was supposed to know the answer to that...every time, he always had to tell that person to piss off! Like that wasn't even that great of a joke in Japan as it is in the United States! All Might's American-like influence seriously only made these jokes worse. After a while he just got sick of saying when his actual birthday was.

The second reason he never really cared about his birthday was because it was just more on him to do for others than for others to do for him. Sure, it was cool to get congratulated and presents and all that, but then that would mean throwing a party and dealing with a bunch of idiots for no real reason other than surviving another trip around the sun.

No thanks...he'd rather just not deal with it. Bakugou normally never made a big deal of it, though his parents were, after all, parents. They asked him for what he wanted as a gift, his mother would bake a cake, and they usually just took him out to a nice restaurant to eat some good food. Not like Bakugou would have minded staying in to eat, but it was hard to get really spicy tuna homemade.

Bakugou was fine with that...though, this year, he'd be in UA dorms rather than his family home. He supposed it'd be much quieter because of it. His birthday fell on a weekday this year, and approval to go home was only granted on weekends, so his family would have to wait to celebrate. His mother, as much of a pain as she could be, did call him halfway through the day to wish him a Happy Birthday and ensure they were looking forward to seeing him over the weekend.

"Don't cause your teachers too much trouble today just because it's your birthday," Mitsuki had bided, mostly joking, as Bakugou rolled his eyes at it on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, yeah...when have I ever?!" He insisted, which was pretty true. As big of a temper Bakugou had, he only ever rarely got in trouble with his teachers...actually the only big incident was the fight he had with Deku. With another sigh, his eyes glanced to the side, "I'll see you this weekend...tell the old man I said hi when he gets in."

With that, he hung up the phone, and the room was silent again. Pocketing his cellphone, he glanced over outside, seeing some of the other general students walking along the campus area, and oddly enough, felt a little strange.

Maybe he should have brought it up to the others that it was his birthday?

The second Bakugou had that thought, he shook his head violently as if it would remove it from his head. Why the hell would he need to do that?! This didn't bother him in the slightest!

He was perfectly fine just slowly getting used to the changes UA has brought in for him...including a group of rather ride or die friends, an improved relationship with Deku, and...oddly enough, someone who he didn't realize would make him feel so much more important and grounded at the same time.

He should have at least told her about it...though she herself hated big hassels even more than he did, so maybe it was for the best.

As if on cue though, the one he was thinking about ended up walking through the area just as he looked up. Ichiko Kumi, a fellow classmate and, more recently, his "friend" (this was complicated, okay?!), came into view with a net in hand. The net was a new look in comparison to her rather average looking disposition. With her brown hair always worn in twin tails, her brown eyes hiding behind large round rimmed glasses, there wasn't really anything distinctive about her...although he was the only one allowed to say that. Anyone else who called her plain gets knocked into next week!