Category: Friendship Fluff, Family Fluff
Characters: Class 1-A, Inko Midoriya, Toshinori Yagi, Shouta Aizawa
"Wake up! Wake up! For I am here!"
Izuku groaned loudly and rolled on his side to blindly fumble for the button on his alarm clock. He uselessly slapped the nightstand a few times, making the various items situated atop it jump and jostle. Still, after a few unsuccessful tries, he managed to bang the bright red button that turned off the alarm. The slightly grainy, robotic voice of All Might faded into silence, and Izuku laid in his bed for a few minutes, blissfully trapped in the twilight of half-sleep. However, a dull ache soon began to throb in his left arm. The pain stubbornly drove him into consciousness, and so with a sigh, he opened his emerald eyes to stare uninterestedly up at his white bedroom ceiling.
He reached around with his right hand to ghost his fingertips over the blotchy red scar tissue that marred his upper left arm. It had been a month since the incident at the Forest Training Camp, but the injuries he had sustained in the fight with Muscular were still very much healing. In another two or three weeks, the U.A. students would be returning to the campus- living in dormitories thanks to the relentless villain attacks- and Izuku wondered how his mangled arm would fare. It doesn't matter, he thought obstinately. I'll make myself stronger and stronger, because I have to!
"Izukuuuu!" The green-haired boy sat up in bed as his mother's voice floated down the hallway. "Are you awake, dear?"
"Yeah! I'm just getting up," he responded in an equally loud call. When he threw the covers off himself and swung around to get off the bed, he caught a glimpse of the date glowing in bright red numbers in the black screen of his alarm clock. June 15th… Oh! It's my sixteenth birthday! He remembered with a gleeful smile. Now that he had sufficient motivation to get up, Izuku jumped out of bed to wrestle himself into some slippers. When he opened his door, his mother was waiting in the hallway, twiddling her fingers.
"Oh! Good morning, sweetie. Happy birthday!" she smiled broadly and shuffled forward to envelop him in a hug. Izuku hummed contentedly and wrapped his arms around her middle to embrace her with equal enthusiasm. "Ah! My little boy is sixteen… Oh, dear, I'm getting old," Inko moaned forlornly and began to sniffle. Izuku laughed and pulled back to blot at his mother's tears with the hem of his tee-shirt.
"Aw, Mom, it's okay," he chuckled.
"Yes, yes," she tutted and wiped harshly at her face. "Today is your day! I've already prepared breakfast for you!" Izuku exclaimed in delight and scuttled into the kitchen, with his mother tottering behind him and laughing good-naturedly. He was greeted with a scrumptious array of fried eggs over buttered toast, seared beef, and white rice. He scarfed it down and chased it with sweet black tea his mother had also prepared, bleating compliments and gratuitous remarks to his mother all the while. Afterward, he helped her clean all the dishes, although she kept dithering around him and insisting that he shouldn't have to do any chores today.
"Mom, just because I'm sixteen today doesn't mean I have to lump all the work on you!" he snickered while putting the pots and pans in the cabinets. He blinked when the chime of the doorbell rang through the small apartment. "Oh? Who could that be?" he wondered aloud, abandoning the dish he had been drying to trot up to the front door. He opened it and nearly jumped out of his skin when a big, broad, muscular body shoved its way into the room, which now rang with bawdy laughter.
"I am here, young Midoriya, to wish you a happy birthday!" All Might crowed, his button-up shirt straining to keep from snapping into threads as he flexed his massive biceps. Izuku let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a warble at his mentor's sudden appearance.
"Ah! All Might!" he cried. His mother called greeting from the other room, peering around the wall with a shy wave, to which the number-one pro hero laughed audaciously and responded accordingly. Izuku's cheeks turned pink, and he hurriedly bundled the large man into a room where his mother couldn't see him. "All Might, are you sure this is wise? How long can you hold your muscle form?"
"Not long," he admitted with a slight frown. "However, that doesn't matter, for I am here to take you on a super-duper special outing, my young Midoriya!" he crowed with another loud laugh. He then peeked his head around the crown molding to smile dazzlingly at Inko, who squeaked and straightened up. "Of course, if your dear mother doesn't mind me stealing you for a few hours. I wouldn't want to ruin a mother's wonderful day with her son!"
"Oh no! Please, go ahead! I have to go shopping for dinner anyway," Inko laughed amiably with a dismissive wave of her hand. Izuku yelped as All Might then grabbed him to bundle him back to his bedroom.
"Excellent, excellent! Now then, young Midoriya, get dressed!" As the door slammed shut behind him, Izuku exhaled deeply and fiddled with his fingers.
I never would've dreamed that I would be spending my birthday with All Might, he thought. The notion brought a giddy smile to his lips, and he hastily began rifling through his closet to find something suitable to wear.
As soon as the apartment was out of eyeshot, All Might released his muscle form. He collapsed against the brick wall of a nearby building with an exaggerated sigh, wiping blood from his lips with a pink-stained rag. Izuku fluttered nervously around him, arms flapping.
"All Might, are you sure about this?! You're not in the greatest of health! I mean, you really ought to be in bed being tended to by a doctor or two or three, not spending the day with me! I'm certainly not worth it; it's only my sixteenth birthday, after all! I can't smoke or drink or vote or drive- wait, no, I can technically drive now. I wonder when Mom will take me to get my driver's license. Wait, are you taking me to get my driver's license? I'm not nearly prepared! I need to practice a little first!" He continued to babble, nervously fiddling his fingers, until Toshinori slapped both his hands down onto his slim shoulders. He clamped his mouth shut with a squeak.
"Young Midoriya. Focus."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm taking you out today because I wanted to be here for you on your birthday."
"Thank you, sir!" Izuku smiled gratefully at him. The fact that his beloved teacher and mentor desired to spend such quality time with him outside of training made a warm feeling bubble up inside his body. "If I may ask, what are we doing today?" he inquired as the thin man began a leisurely pace down the sidewalk. Toshinori chuckled amiably and patted him on the head.
"Patience, young Midoriya. Some of life's great joys come by surprise!" Izuku gasped in awe and mentally committed the sage advice to memory to hopefully quote later. Together, they plodded merrily through the subdivision to soon transition into the business district. It was a lovely day for a jaunt to town; it was pleasurably warm with just a faint breeze to keep things cool, and the sun shone in a cloudless blue sky. Izuku found himself in high spirits, considering the lovely weather and the fact he was strolling around with his cherished teacher. I wonder what he has planned! Oh, I'm so excited! He thought, unable to contain and eager wiggle. Toshinori chuckled warmly beside him.
After about a twenty-minute walk, they arrived at a nice restaurant in the center of town. An iron-wrought fence enclosed a garden eating area with elegant stone paths and a cloth veranda to protect restaurant-goers from the elements. Izuku recognized it as one of the ritziest venues in town- and therefore the most expensive. When Toshinori stopped walking to smile at him expectantly, Izuku's jaw nearly struck the floor.
"What? N-n-n-n-no way, All Might! I can't-! You can't-!" The taller man snorted with laughter and unceremoniously bundled him inside despite his sputtering protests. Izuku's back straightened like a rod when the usher regarded him with a critical look. "Why are you doing this?" he hissed under his breath as Toshinori whispered something to the attendant, who nodded curtly and whirled around. Izuku and his mentor followed the tuxedoed man to the back of the restaurant, where they were escorted into a spacious room with a long table set for over twenty people. Izuku's emerald eyes were as wide as green moons as he beheld the setup. "Um… All Might, are we expecting others…?"
"Dekuuuuuu!"
"OHMYGOSH!" Izuku screamed as someone abruptly hugged him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder to see Ochako's round smiling face blinking up at him.
"Happy birthday!" she giggled happily. Pink-faced and thoroughly flustered, Izuku could only release a high-pitched whine as she scuttled around him. In her moment of distraction, All Might had assumed his muscular form. "Hello, All Might, sir!" she chirped jovially as she bounced over to him. The hero chortled good-naturedly and patted her shoulder.
"Hello there, Uraraka! Good to have you."
"Umm, All Might? What is happening?" Izuku whispered as Ochako procured a small wrapped package and set it at the center of the table.
"Isn't it obvious?" Ochako laughed and hopped into a seat. "We're here to celebrate your birthday, Deku!" Izuku's face turned the color of a tomato. When he looked wide-eyed at his mentor, he just grinned broadly and shrugged. At this point, Tenya game bundling in.
"Midoriya! Happy birthday!" he cried with exaggerated waves of his arms. Izuku squirmed uncomfortably as the tall boy plopped a large wrapped present atop the table right beside Ochako's. He took the seat beside the bubbly girl, and they devolved into avid conversation; Izuku took the opportunity to scamper over to the muscle-bound hero.
"All Might! Did you arrange this?" he whispered fervently.
"Why, of course, young Midoriya! I imagined that you wanted to spend your birthday with your friends," the pro hero answered. A bright haze of pink blazed over his cheeks, and that bubbly happy feeling rose inside of him again.
"My friends…" he echoed in wonder. Izuku jumped when someone kicked the door open.
"Oi! Are we late?!"
"Ka-Kacchan!" Izuku stammered in shock as the explosive blond boy charged in through the door. Frankly, the green-haired boy was shocked to see Katsuki attending his birthday celebration. When Eijirou poked his head over his shoulder to grin toothily at him, Izuku reasoned that perhaps Katsuki had been persuaded to attend. Izuku jumped and squeaked when Katsuki tromped over to slam a crudely-wrapped package into his chest.
"Here, loser, for your stupid birthday. Now, where's the food?! I'm starvin'!" Katsuki complained loudly and stomped over to Ochako. "Oi, Cheeks, you got any food?" Eijirou chuckled and set a present down by the others before also wishing Izuku a happy birthday. Izuku was basically short-circuiting, because his poor brain couldn't handle all the information being thrown at him at once.
"Looks like I'm right on time," droned a gravelly voice from the door. Izuku's jaw flopped open when his teacher, Mr. Aizawa, sauntered in bearing a small package for a gift card. He casually tossed it beside the others before striding over, hands stuffed in his jumpsuit pants pockets. Izuku was amazed that the underground hero would have the gall to stroll into such an upscale place wearing such casual clothing. Props to Mr. Aizawa… "Happy birthday, Midoriya."
"Th-thank you, sir! I'm very grateful to everybody for planning this," Izuku smiled sheepishly. Aizawa gave him a charming smile before walking over to keep Katsuki from clambering on the table to punch Tenya in the jaw over some silliness or another.
It wasn't long before the rest of Izuku's classmates showed up, and they were soon embroiled in a fun and raucous lunch. Izuku tried not to think about the terrible mess that the staff would have to clean up, nor the enormity of the bill that All Might would have to foot as a result of their avid celebration. Instead, he tore into the filet mignon and grilled asparagus before him. He purred happily at the excellent flavors bursting over his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut as he savored the spices and marinade. After enjoying the delicious food, they piled up all the plates, glassware, and silverware on the edge of the table so that Izuku could have ample room to open his gifts.
"You guys didn't have to do all this," Izuku laughed sheepishly as Mina shoved the sizeable pile of gifts over to him.
"Oh, hush! Now open mine first!" the pink girl insisted while shoving a glittery pink bag over to him. The sparkly confetti rained from the tissue paper as he tugged it free from the confines of the plastic container. His face turned nearly as pink as the solid plastic when he peered down into the bottom. "I'm funny, right? Right?" Mina cackled as Izuku pulled a container of calcium gummies and a bottle of milk from the bag. "'Cuz you break your bones all the time!" she howled as she doubled over and held her belly.
"Very funny, Mina," he muttered blankly, not sure whether to be offended or amused.
"Aha, I know, I'm a genius," she sighed as her laughs faded down into giggles. "Here's your real gift, though," she said and held out something to him. Izuku flushed when he realized that it was a pair of All Might-patterned socks. He spluttered a simple thanks and tried to suppress the urge to rip off his shoes and slide the socks onto his feet. He elected just to push the item aside and go on to the next gift. Katsuki eyed him intensely as he grabbed the roughly-wrapped package and tore away the gift paper. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he beheld the limited-edition All Might hoodie, holding it with trembling hands.
"Ka-Kacchan," he breathed in amazement and looked at his childhood friend and rival. Katsuki snorted derisively and looked down at his feet.
"Don't gimme that dumb stare, loser," the blond huffed. "What, did you think I was gonna turn up empty-handed? I'm not an asshole."
"Uh… That's exactly what you are, Bakugo," Denki snickered. He then yelped when Katsuki boxed him over the head.
"Mind your own damn business, Pikachu! Gah!" Katsuki growled and shot Izuku an intimidating stare. "Anyway, happy birthday, or whatever…"
"Aw. Bakugo, you can be sweet when you put your mind to it!" Ochako praised. A pink tinge came to Katsuki's cheeks, and he muttered something under his breath. Izuku looked down to admire the soft fabric of the exclusive hoodie and smiled.
"Thanks, Kacchan…"
Izuku's friends were very generous. He scored a multitude of fun gifts, including a quaint mug and some tea bags from Momo, a new videogame from Denki, and some cool new laces for his signature red tennis shoes from Ochako. Mineta even managed to give him something halfway-decent, a gift card to the local bookstore. However, the small purple-haired boy naturally began salivating and talking about the very indecent things that Izuku could spend it on. By some feat of acrobat-like ingenuity, Tsuyu flipped him head-first into the busboy's dirty dishwater.
The sky was dyed red, and the sun was sinking towards the horizon by the time Izuku bid his friends and Mr. Aizawa adieu and set out for home. As soon as the last student vanished from sight, All Might released his muscle form and collapsed against the alleyway wall.
"Ugh, that was rough. I didn't know if I was going to make it," Toshinori lamented as he wiped the blood dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand. Izuku smiled gratefully at him.
"I really appreciate you for putting this on for me, All Might… I can honestly say this has been one of my best birthdays ever!" Izuku chirped. Toshinori chuckled lightheartedly and stepped forward to pat him a few times on the back. All the gifts bundled in Izuku's arms bounced slightly with the jostling of his body.
"Of course. I'm glad I could be there for you. Oh! I almost forgot," he said and began fishing in his back pocket. As much as he could with his arms laden with presents, Izuku waved a hand in refusal.
"What? No, All Might, I can't accept anything more than you've already given me!" he protested. "You spent so much on that dinner, and all this effort into inviting everyone over and straining yourself to keep up that form- I can't! I refuse! No!" All Might ignored him and procured a Polaroid camera. Izuku blinked, very confused, and the tall, lanky man held the camera above their heads and jerked him by the arm to pull him into the camera frame.
"Cheese, young Midoriya!" he grinned before the bright white of the camera flash nearly blinded the shocked boy. He just managed to squeeze in an uneven, shaky smile before Toshinori's thumb tapped the button to take the picture. Immediately, the camera spat out a black photo rimmed in white. Toshinori plucked it from the printer and shook it vigorously until the color finally developed. The blond man inspected the photograph before smiling in satisfaction, and then pulled out a marker. He plucked the cap off with his teeth and scrawled something across the bottom of the photo. Izuku blinked as Toshinori plopped the camera down atop the mountain of gifts, then showed him the picture.
Happy birthday, young Midoriya. Smiling, his teacher tucked the photo between some boxes. Their happy faces grinned at Izuku, and he felt his eyes watering. It was such a simple gesture, yet it meant more to him than the most expensive gift in the world.
"Thank you, All Might. This is the best birthday ever," he repeated in a soft voice, and the tears dripped down his cheeks. All Might chortled and ruffled his green hair.
"Always with the waterworks. That's all right. Sensitive people make great heroes because they're very empathetic," he mused. Izuku sniffed and nodded, but he didn't want to cry all day, so he struggled to wipe his face with his upper arms. Somehow, he didn't knock any of his gifts out of his hands. "All right then!" All Might announced and clapped his hands together. "Your mother is probably hard at work on dinner for you. Let's not keep her waiting, eh, young Midoriya?"
"All Might! Please stay for dinner."
"Oh, no, I couldn't-"
"Please! I insist! Plus, knowing Mom, she probably already has the table set for three." All Might grimaced and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Well… If she's already burdened herself…" Izuku didn't let him finish the thought and hurriedly bustled out of the alleyway. "Ah! Wait, young Midoriya!"
Izuku ignored him, trotting down the sidewalk towards his home. The fruits of his friendship bobbled in his arms, and a big bright smile graced his face. Maybe he couldn't do much with turning sixteen, but if the day led to him spending time with the most important people in his life, he would argue that's a pretty momentous occasion indeed.