SO I'm back.

It's been over a year since this fic started

And I know I don't update it as regularly as I could, but if you're still reading, thanks for sticking with this chaos!

Happy Birthday to the Best Blasty Boy!

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"Kacchan, it's your birthday!"

"Yeah, Deku. It is."

Midoriya narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Then aren't you excited?"

Bakugo sighed. "Because it's Yeenda's birthday too."

"Did someone say my name?" the goddess floated down from the ceiling in all her 4/20 glory.

"Yeenda!! It's your birthday too!" Deku exclaimed, his eyes wide with fright or amazement. Who knew at this point.

"Ah, indeed it is! Alas, my hunky Super Trump has disappeared, and he was going to celebrate my birthday with me!" She sighed dramitcally and draped herself over a couch.

"That's so sad!" Deku said.

"Oh, it is! Would you two be ever so kind and help me find my boo-lishious, muscled boyfriend?" Yeenda asked, grabbing the pair by the shoulders.

"No-"

"Oh, of course we will!" Deku said. "Where do we look first?"

"Are you serious," Bakugo muttered.

"Thank you!"

Yeenda dragged Bakugo and Midoriya down a hall. "I last saw him three night ago, when we were-"

Bakugo cut her off. "Stop. We don't want to know."

Yeenda blinked at him. "Okay. But I can't see what's so wrong about-"

"NO."

"You know, 127083 years ago, when I was your age and having my sixteenth birthday, my parents were killed by getting shot with chicken feathers. I walked out onto my front lawn and saw two oversized chickens, so I walked over and started plucking them. Then-"

"Ms. Yeenda?" Deku raised his hand.

"Yes, my small buff son?"

"Why was your first thought to pluck them if you thought they were chickens?"

Yeenda paused. "That's a wonderful question. The only thing I can say is: It was instinct. I knew what to do as soon as I saw the chickens."

"That's... very interesting Ms. Yeenda."

"It is, isn't it! Anyway, I went over and plucked the so-called chickens, right?"

"Right!"

"And lo and behold, they were my parents!" Yeenda finished dramatically.

"Your parents, you say?" An orange man dashed out into the hallway behind them, pulled Yeenda toward him, and dipped her. "Must I ask them for your hand in marriage?"

"ST, my dear, weren't you listening to the story?" She caressed his face. Leaning in close, she brushed her lips against his cheek. "They're dead."

Midoriya and Bakugo slunk away as the odd pair began to kiss.

This birthday is ten times worse than last year, Bakugo thought.