Mikey, who used to hate birthdays. His parents weren’t around, and the one time when Mikey was 7 and asked Grandpa Sano about celebrating his birthday after Mikey had gone to a friend’s birthday party, resulted in a grumbled “What’s there to celebrate? Another goddamn mouth to feed...” as he trailed off back into his room.
Mikey, whose birthday signaled another year gone by since his brother’s death and the loss of friends. Mikey, who truly, thoroughly, hates birthdays. Until Emma casually mentions she’s making you a birthday cake for next week, and if he knows if you prefer chocolate or strawberry for the icing, and if he thinks that you would like flowers or stars as decoration doodles on top. He blinks. Your birthday? Why would he celebrate that? He hated birthdays.
Emma knew this, but “y/n is one of my closest friends. Yours too... right? Don’t you want to celebrate their existence? As a little ‘thank you for being here, thank you for fighting, thank you for being around’? It’s cheesy but... I’m tired of losing those I love and never having the chance to show my appreciation.” Emma said quietly. “So I’m making the goddamn birthday cake, with or without your help. The party is next Tuesday. That’s their actual birthday. It would mean a lot if you showed up.”
Mikey would spend the next three days pretending to forget what Emma had said, desperately trying to make plans with someone, anyone, on Tuesday so that he could have a valid excuse to not go. But you were so goddamn intertwined within Toman that everyone was going. “Besides,” Takemitchy had said, “It’s a chance to eat a lot of food and hang out with everyone without the stress of a fight. Hina’s super excited. She’s picked out a present and everything!”
Fuck.
What was he going to do?
Mikey spent the next two days grumpy and annoyed. He would lay in bed, hair up in goofy pigtail that you had made when you’d come over to hang out and watch a scary movie, carefully not mentioning your birthday or the party. You knew how Mikey felt about birthdays, and you wanted to respect his feelings. There was no point in asking when it was impossible to win. Either he said yes, went to the party, and was miserable, which would make you feel bad, or he would say no, and even though that was the expected answer, you would still feel bad. So where was the point in asking? You dropped it.
His arms would be crossed as he stared up at the glow in the dark plastic stars you two had stuck up there after he had confided in you how sometimes it felt like the darkness swallowed him up. Mikey had rolled his eyes when you showed up a few days later with the packet of stars and two rolls of tape, but with cheerful music blasting, you jumping on the bed, screaming “reach for the stars!!!” in your best Buzz Lightyear voice, he’d joined in and grinned and laughed just as hard as you.
Mikey would pitch a tantrum like a spoiled child, kicking his legs, tussling the sheets until they fell off the bed. He’d kicked so hard that one of the sheets draped across the desk and chair next to his bed. Mikey remembered how a few months ago, when the snow had piled up outside, you, Emma, Draken and Mikey, after building countless snow people and having a snowball fight, shivered your way in through the doors, made hot chocolate and the most incredible blanket fort. It had taken up Mikey’s entire room, sheets, pillows, blankets, even the mattress had been pulled from his bed to aid in the coziest fort. You all had chatted, played card games, and then fallen asleep in a giant cuddle pile. Mikey couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so content and peacefully. He was desperate to build another fort, if even for just a cat nap.
Blanket forts. Scary movie marathons. Card games. Glow in the dark stars. Phone calls in the middle of the night to confirm that the nightmares were nothing more than just nightmares. Bike rides. Picnics. Days at the beach. Trips to the zoo. Harassing Emma and Draken to just get together already. Fake sparing. Ice cream trips. The list went on. All of the things you two did together.
“Don’t you want to celebrate their existence? As a little ‘thank you for being here, thank you for fighting, thank you for being around’? It’s cheesy but... I’m tired of losing those I love and never having the chance to show my appreciation.”
What if something did happen to you? What if you were gone tomorrow, and he never had the chance to say how much you meant to him? How much he appreciated everything you did?
Mikey would spend the next day and a half frantically asking Emma what he could do to help prepare for the party and thoroughly getting in her way. “You can get out of my kitchen!” She would finally huff. “All you need to do is show up! Everything is already taken care of. Just being there is all y/n would want anyways.”
But that’s not enough! Mikey thought. I have to do more! I have to show y/n just how much they mean to me.
The time for the party arrived. All of Toman was there. You were anxious and not the biggest fan of being the center of attention... okay, being the center of attention was fine, but this much attention... it was overwhelming. You stuck by Emma’s side, grateful that at least one Sano was there, when you felt a small tug on your elbow. You jumped slightly at the touch, quickly recovering with a smile plastered on your face as you turned your head to see who was there. Your smile froze at Mikey’s red face, his eyes meeting yours, shifting to look down at his feet, and then look back up again.
“Hey.” Mikey said, his voice just... off.
“Hey.” You said, a more genuine and relaxed smile now on your face. “You came.”
“Yeah.” Mikey deadpanned. “Uh... happy birthday.”
“Thanks.” You shrugged. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“You didn’t tell me that it was your birthday.” Mikey said, his voice not... angry, but not happy or neutral either.
“You don’t like birthdays. It’s not that important.” You replied simply.
“But I like you.” Mikey’s face turned a darker shade of red, reaching the tips of his ears and creeping down his neck. “And don’t say it’s not important. You are important. And I am happy you are here. And... and if there is any birthday that is worth celebrating, it’s yours. I wouldn’t be able to meet all of my future ones if you weren’t around. So happy birthday. You better keep on having them.” Mikey ended fiercely, his eyes narrowing, making his last statement almost sound like a threat. Before you had the chance to respond, Mikey shoved a paper bag in your hands. “Here. Open it.” You started to peak inside when Mikey pivoted on his heels, said a quick, “While you do, I’m getting food,” and he nearly sprinted away.
“Jesus, Mikey, that was as smooth as the pathetic excuse for stubble Chifuyu’s trying to grow on his face.” Emma said with a roll of her eyes. She jerked her chin at the present. “Go on then, open it. I have no idea what he could possibly have gotten you. Mikey isn’t known for his gift giving skills.”
You opened the bag.
Two plastic glow in the dark stars. Two packets of hot chocolate mix. Two DVD’s. A small folded up blanket. A note rested on top of the blanket that read “want to build a blanket fort?” in scribbled handwriting.
You looked back up at Mikey, standing awkwardly off to the side of the table, looking blankly at his food, his eyes vacant. You walked on over, waving the note. His face, which had paled while you opened the gift, turned red once again.
“It’s... a date?” You asked nervously. Mikey exhaled, his eyes filling with hope and relief.
“It’s a date. Happy birthday.”
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@momo-ceros ~ Hey! Happy birthday! I uh... meant for this to be short? Like just a little imagine? Maybe some headcanons? And it’s very much not that? And there’s no consistency in tone or tense or anything? Weeell, regardless. Happy birthday! I’m glad I’ve gotten to know you, and that you’re my friend. My virtual gift to you... is Mikey. <3 :)
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