You should go out with Katsuki, your best friend, and some other friends. The so called Bakusquad, by your classmates at least.

Currently, you're getting ready, putting more effort than usual as you would go to a nice night bar. But of course, Katsuki wasn't much into waiting, and as his patience grew thin and thinner by the second, instead of getting another call, you could hear him loudly yell from the street in front of your house.

"I'm gonna leave without you!" He said, putting his helmet back on. "I'm not joking" He added, trying to urge you to come down.

You went to the window, telling him to shut up before your neighbours would 'go and kick his ass before you could'. Well, your words, not his. A smirk making its way on his lips, following a roll of eyes. Oh, how he loved when such a princess and well behaved girl like you used those words. Out loud. That maybe was one of his favourite things about you and what, for him, would've made you the perfect girlfriend for himself. "Last chance" He yelled out again.

You slammed the window shut, and a few moments after, you exited the door of your house with a 'Goodbye' for your parents.

"Finally, look who decided to grace us with their presence, huh?" He said, raising the glass of his helmet, before you stopped in front of him, who was still on his bike with his feet on the floor, pushing the glass back down.

"Hey!" He yelped.

"Stay silent and be useful" You told him, bold once again, starting to use the glass as a mirror to finish your makeup, tracing your lips with a red lipstick.

Keeping still as you told him to, staring at your face while you, luckily unaware of how red his face was getting, kept getting ready, Katsuki grumbled: "Why the hell are you putting so much effort into this?" No real bite in his tone, just genuine flustration for the feelings that were mixing into his body.

"Well, what if a guy asks me out?" You answered, as if it was obvious. Once you were done, you stepped back, putting the lipstick into your purse. "Done, now i'm ready and beautiful" You proudly said.

He huffed mentally. "Of course, as if you need all that makeup and hours of preparations to be" He whispered irritatedly, not sure if because you thought you needed that or because he now thought about the possibility of a guy asking you out. Which was higher than before.

"Would you shut up, what do you know about girls' beautifullness?" You scolded him.

"Blah, blah, get your ass on the motorbike and put the helmet on" He answered, holding one out for you. "I don't wanna be late." He added, feigning annoyment behind the same, old facade. You made your way to the bike, while he silently admired your body, and how your dress hugged all too damn well your perfect figure.

God were you gorgeous.