The party was loud, chaotic, and warm—exactly the kind of night Mina loved to create. Music thumped softly from her speakers, drinks clinked, and laughter filled every corner of the apartment. But when Mina clapped her hands and yelled, “GIFT TIME!” the room shifted. Everyone gathered around the table, forming a loose circle. Izuku sat in the center, cheeks flushed from the lemon‑lime vodka mixer he’d been sipping.

He looked overwhelmed, but in a good way. 

Mina bounced on her toes, holding two wrapped presents. “Okay, okay—this one’s from me. And this one…”

Her voice softened.

“…this one’s from Katsuki.”

The room fell quiet.

Izuku froze, fingers tightening around his glass. “K‑Kacchan…?”

Mina nodded gently. “He bought it before he passed. He told me himself—‘Make sure the nerd gets this on his nineteenth.’ His words. Not mine.”

Izuku let out a shaky breath.

He set his drink down, hands trembling slightly as he reached for the box. The wrapping paper was simple—dark green with a gold ribbon. Katsuki’s taste. Katsuki’s colors.

Izuku swallowed hard and carefully peeled the paper away.

Inside was a small black velvet box.

His breath caught.

He opened it.

And the world seemed to stop.

Inside lay:

• A gold promise bracelet, thin but sturdy, engraved on the inside with a tiny explosion symbol.
• A pair of industrial piercing earrings, gold with tiny red heart‑shaped rubies at each end.
• A ring, simple gold with a matching ruby heart set into the band.

All of it unmistakably Katsuki.

All of it chosen with love.

Izuku’s vision blurred instantly.

A small card slipped out from beneath the jewelry. He picked it up with shaking fingers.

Happy 19th, my love.

The words were written in Katsuki’s messy handwriting—sharp strokes, uneven pressure, the way he always wrote when he was pretending he didn’t care but cared too much.

Izuku pressed the card to his chest, breath trembling.

Around him, the class fell silent. Kirishima’s eyes widened. Mina covered her mouth. Ochako’s eyes shimmered. Even Todoroki looked away, jaw tight with emotion.

No one spoke.

No one dared to break the moment.

Izuku let out a soft, broken laugh. “He… he really thought of everything.”

He lifted the bracelet with both hands, holding it like something sacred. The gold glinted under the lights, warm and bright—like Katsuki’s explosions, like his smile, like the fire he carried everywhere he went.

Izuku wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “He always knew exactly what I’d like.”

Mina knelt beside him, voice gentle. “He loved you, Izuku. So much.”

Izuku nodded, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I know. I never doubted it.”

He slid the bracelet onto his wrist. It fit perfectly.

The ring he held for a long moment, thumb brushing over the ruby heart. Then he slipped it onto his finger—his hands shaking, but steady enough.

The earrings he set carefully back into the box. “I’ll wear them tomorrow,” he whispered. “I want to do it right.”

The class exhaled softly, like they’d all been holding their breath.

Izuku picked up his drink again, wiping his face with a small laugh. “Okay. Okay. Who’s next?”

But everyone knew the night had shifted.

Not in a sad way.

In a full way.

Katsuki had found a way to be here.

To celebrate him.

To love him.

Even now.

And Izuku—smiling through tears, wearing gold and ruby—felt it like a heartbeat.