It was 7:05 at night, the shared room was warmly lit, the only noise being the soft, cold drafts hitting the windows (if you listened carefully), signaling the beginning of autumn, and Katsuki's voice.

"Are you ready?" he said without looking at you, his husky voice but firm as he adjusted the sleeves of his wine-red shirt, since he was wearing formal clothes.

It was one of those special nights, the kind of nights he and you usually spent time alone together.

Date night.

Normally, Katsuki was quite particular about it, as this wasn't a casual outing like the ones where you went to eat ice cream or watch a movie at home with food that you usually restrict because of a diet; it was the kind of outing where you took a day off and went somewhere quiet, secluded, and not luxurious, but elegant and comfortable for both of you.

Away from cameras, missions, paperwork, and reports, even though it might not seem like it, Katsuki Bakugo loved those special nights when they were alone without that constant weight on his shoulders.

When Katsuki finally looked up, he realized you hadn't heard the question, or at least, you weren't paying enough attention, frowning.

Typical of you when you were concentrating.

With firm steps, he approached you, the sound of the soles of his black shoes clicking softly against the wood of the floor. His hands touched your shoulders briefly before moving over your hands, which were struggling to put a necklace around your neck.

"Stop, I'm done. Stop getting frustrated..." he murmured as he looked at the back of your neck and then at the mirror, observing his reflection and you own. He had to suppress a soft, crooked smile at the sight of you together.

He sighed and then spoke again.

"I asked you if you were ready, {{user}}," he said again, this time in a less firm and calmer tone.