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Although Shigaraki hadn’t ever told Midoriya his birthdate, it hadn’t been so hard for Izuku to figure it out after bribing one of the upperclassmen to look at school records for him. Part of him had been disappointed that it wouldn’t even happen until after the school year had finished, but that might just be even more reason for them to make the most of it. In October, six months before the day, he’d started a new notebook:
Birthday Plans for Tomura-senpai.
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Shigaraki hadn’t ever made that big of a deal about his birthday. He had a couple memories of birthday parties when he was a small child, prior to being adopted, but nothing else since. It wasn’t that his adoptive father found Tomura beneath his notice, since he did give his son a couple expensive gifts each year, but the man was always so busy that there wouldn’t even be a guarantee of his being there. Kurogiri often gave Tomura a birthday card with a kind message and sometimes he would get the boy a slice of fancy cake.
That was all well and good, but it wasn’t anything like what his classmates had, and he hated that he felt so jealous whenever he thought about that. His classmates got huge birthday celebrations with their friends, and cakes and well-wishes and laughter. Because his birthday happened between school years, and because he only had about two friends, nobody ever gave him that kind of party. His classmates liked him well enough, sure, and he got along with them just fine, but throwing him a party was out of the question.
When Midoriya had asked after the subject, he’d avoided the question. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell his closest friend his birthdate, but he did want to avoid the inevitable disappointment that would come with Midoriya doing nothing about it.
Despite his attempts to hide it, Midoriya clearly found out somehow. That much became clear when the greenet wished him a happy birthday with a gif of a grey cat in a party hat in the morning. To his knowledge, they only had plans to have a dinner date later, and then maybe take a long walk. Otherwise, he would be on his own for the day.
To his shock, Kurogiri was downstairs making a full breakfast spread
and
onigiri. His sometimes babysitter acknowledged him as he entered the room.
“Shigaraki Tomura, happy birthday. As you can see, I’m making breakfast for you.”
“...Thank you, Kurogiri.”
He was about to say that he’d just go get some konbini or something when the man shoved a tray into his hands. A full breakfast tray. With vegetables. Yuck!
Fine, whatever . Settling at the table with the spread, he began to eat and cursed his luck. Spinach would be the death of him. Why couldn’t it be peas? He actually liked peas!
Kurogiri didn’t seem to notice his struggles, but at least the man brought Tomura a large mug of hot coffee with cream and sugar. That made the natto and stewed greens go down more easily, and soon he could be finished and go off to work, which he hoped would be uneventful. At least he’d get to see his boyfriend at the office.
Or so Shigaraki thought, until twenty-six rescues in one ten-hour shift proved otherwise. Technically he did get to see Midoriya to wave hello to him, but other than that the two didn’t get even a single free moment to themselves. By the end of the day, Shigaraki felt so wiped out he was even considering cancelling plans in favor of sleep. The only thing stopping him was the promise of spending time with his darling, uninterrupted.
So he had a plan: he could go home, shower, get changed, and meet Izuku at the station just like they’d talked about. Turning the key into the house, he was just then puzzling over what shirt he would wear when he opened up and found himself in darkness. That wasn’t normal.
Immediately, one glove came off as he stood poised and ready to decay an intruder. Until, in a split moment, he found himself blinded as all the lights in the living room went off at once and his senses were assaulted by noise and color.
“SURPRISE!” A cacophony of voices shouted to him, as one very familiar greenet moved forward and strapped a party hat to his head. “Happy birthday, Tomura,” Izuku said with a grin, before taking his hand and pulling him into the living room. There, a few of his classmates and coworkers, as well as Kurogiri, stood around a table laden with every single food Izuku made that Tomura loved best. In the center sat a white sponge cake with cream and fruit. Off in the corner, he could see a smaller table with gifts, and without even realizing it he shed a tear. Putting his glove back on quite hastily, he looked to Izuku with confusion.
“H-How, why, what? What the hell, Midoriya?” He wasn’t angry, just shocked.
“Well,” Izuku said with a grin, “you’ve never had a real birthday party before, so I figured this year you’d get one. I know it’s not much, and I know we talked about a date, but…”
With a finger to his lips, Tomura shushed his gorgeous, perfect little boyfriend. For once, he actually smiled, wide, as he pulled Izuku close and kissed him. “I’ve never felt more seen, Izuku. And the fact that you would do this all for me…” Was that a tear in his eye? Absolutely not. “Well, I’m really, really happy. Thank you.”
Smiling back with that sunshine way of his, Izuku pressed a kiss to Tomura’s cheek. “Come on, we’ve been waiting for you to start eating, and Kurogiri bought a box of Asahi! Toga brought a karaoke machine! Let’s go!”
“Heh… I never would have thought he had it in him.” Shigaraki allowed himself to be led to the table, and after greeting his partygoers they kicked off a wild evening of dancing, karaoke, and drinks. The last guest only stumbled out of the house and into a cab around 11pm, and with Kurogiri passed out in his favorite armchair Tomura and Izuku were left awake by themselves. It came as a shock when the greenet again tugged his boyfriend towards the hall. “Come on, birthday boy, we can clean that up tomorrow. I’ve got one more surprise gift for you~”
Shigaraki wasn’t sure if he liked the teasing glint in Midoriya’s eye or not. But as they reached his bedroom Shigaraki blinked, again, to find the whole place lit by candles. Pink rose petals were scattered all over his bed, and somehow Midoriya had gotten that stupid fairy canopy back up. Damn…
He was so engrossed in taking in his room that he didn’t even notice Midoriya slip away from him momentarily. When he returned, Shigaraki blinked. There stood his absolute nerd of a boyfriend in a long, dark wig and goggles, and holding…
“Is that…”
Midoriya giggled. “Eraserhead’s capture weapon? Kinda. It’s my own version… Hatsume helped me make it. Do you like it…?”
“Depends,” Shigaraki answered, with a bold step forward. “What do you plan to do with it?”
“Oh, you know, stuff.”
“Stuff, huh?”
Stepping forward again, Tomura daintily removed his party hat and set it aside. “Well then, hero, what are we waiting for? Come and get me~”
Izuku pounced, and nearly got him, but Shigaraki was too quick. As Izuku gave chase, the only thing that could be heard was their laughter echoing off the quiet walls of the house.
Hours later, when they’d both exhausted themselves and Izuku lay passed out on top of him, Tomura stared up at that stupid fairy canopy while burying his fingers into soft, green curls. One last thought passed through his mind before he drifted off with a brilliant smile on his face: he would need to start planning for Izuku’s birthday in the morning.