Izuku was fond of scarves of all sorts, and he was drooling over one of the KVTSVKI's signature line scarves.  Bakugou indeed ran a double life. Pro-Hero in training, and supermodel. For his age kids would be studying all night, but he easily topped the class with his grades without any study and ran the runway at night. He opened the box the scarf was in, and traced his creation. It was soft black cashmere, embedded with a stitched grenade in green and orange, his signature colors. He boxed it again and covered it with the red lid that had a bow on it, stowing it away in Izuku's gift bag. 

There was one more gift. They'd talked about it all year long and prepared for it. Sex. Izuku grew more comfortable with Katsuki till the point they were doing stuff together non-consensually. One movement of Katsuki and Izuku knew, accepting him. He placed a small box of condoms and lubrication in the bag as well underneath the scarf. 

He pulled on his dusty white airforces and then some gold bracelets and his promise bracelet that he had gifted Izuku on his 16th. It was gold, with a small diamond set in the shape of a heart and next to it, was engraved

A promise he had made a couple months after Izuku came home after his villian arc. He looked himself one more time in the mirror, grabbed his Polaroid Camera, some rolls of film and his Polaroid bag. He stowed the camera in, and the rolls of film, opening the door and exiting. Izuku's party was in a venue hall off the coast of Japan and it would be an hour's travel via the express bus. He hadn't seen his boyfriend the entire day but it was so worth it. Izuku was probably yearning for his arrival and so he got on the bus and watched as the scenery morphed from cities, to the glittering coasts. 

The bus stopped infront of his venue, a gorgeous three story venue with a domed glass roof covered in vines and colorful flowers of all sorts. The front door was open, with music pouring outside, and guests bustling inside. There was a set up in the middle, against the back wall saying Izuku's 17th in gold lettering and besides that a small white stand holding a variety of shot glasses labelled Shots for the Seventeenth. He placed his gift on the seperate gift for close friends only and searched for Izuku. After a couple minutes of searching, someone short with green curly hair face planted himself in his chest and Katsuki grinned.

"Happy birthday Izuku" Katsuki said, kissing his forehead. Izuku chirped pulling him into a long hug and kissed back. The kiss morphed into something more deeper until they were cut off by Jirou wolf-whistling.

"You two, get a drink and join the class for photos" she said rolling her eyes as Katsuki and Izuku walked off to the alcohol table. Katsuki had good taste in alcoholic drinks, and reached for the whiskey across the table and then Izuku reached for lemonade and then vodka, stirring the drink together. They went to the photobooth where all their friends were waiting. Izuku stood infront of the middle, and he looked too short compared to the rest who had outgrown him and so Katsuki pitched him onto his back, as the photographer pressed click and the flash illuminated their faces. Before he could escape, Katsuki gave the photographer his refilled Polariod camera and told everyone to scram as this photo was for the pair of them. 

One snap. Izuku and Katsuki kissing.

Two snaps. Izuku and Katsuki raising their glasses.

Three snaps. Izuku and Katsuki bumping their glasses in celebration.

Four snaps. Izuku and Katsuki chugging down their drinks.