kiyoko held out a small box , a wide grin playing on her face. ❛ what's good , kid? ❜ the hero was crouched on a roof , her intern beside her , her agency thinking it best to put the two electric heroes together. ❛ sixteen is a magical number kiddo. live it well. ❜ in the box was a small card with his name on it on top of a smaller box , inside the smaller box was customized airpods with his colors and symbols on them. ❛ happy birthday. ❜
sixteen is a magical number indeed , and one he desperately wishes he didn’t have to spend the first half of being covered in sweat and yellowing bruises . the sweetness of the sentiment isn’t lost on him , but perhaps it’s in the celebration of a little age - appropriate rebellion that he blows a short puff of air through his lips in reflexive response .
❛ tooooootally magical ... ❜ extending his good arm to take the box from her , denki tilts it with some odd amalgamation of both curiosity and incredulity , a year spent under aizawa’s influence having long since taught him not to get his hopes up for much anymore .
a gag gift , surely . or something else to haze him with ; some sort of cold , harsh reminder of the real world they’re living in , a life lesson , a ...
❛ -------- PAIR OF AIRPOOOOOODS!? ❜ OK , SO FUCK THAT . the shooting pain of jerking his other arm forth to collect the earphones in question is well worth it , holding one up for inspection and just about losing his goddamn mind at the detail . ❛ a - arakami - sensei , are you serious!? you got these just for me!? ❜