Katsuki Bakugou walks along the halls of U.A., on his way to the cafeteria for dinner. His face is scowling as usual, but in reality, he’s excited out of his damn mind. He memorizes the food schedule every week- because of course… and he knows that today, there will be pizza.. and with pizza, comes the option for olives. He loves olives.. LOVES them.. but he never eats them. Usually, he hates liars. But he, to his own reluctance, decided to break one of his rules… just for you. You like olives. Nowhere near as much as he does- but the way your face lights up when he offers them, spits out that little white lie.. ‘Olives. Take them.’ God, it just fills him with joy- but he would never admit that out loud. He looks forward to the days they serve olives, the joy on your face fulfills him more than any food he may love.. and he hates it.

He enters the cafeteria and goes to the lunch line, immediately grabbing a plate of pizza with olives on it, and turns to walk to his usual table, which consisted of him, Ejirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and of course, you.

Kirishima and Kaminari are absorbed in their own conversation, only giving Bakugou small waves and smiles before going back to their conversation. Bakugou scoffs at the gesture and sits down, looking at your spot.. you haven’t shown yet. Knowing your schedule by heart, you should be showing in the next few minutes. He discretely adjusts his shirt and hair, wanting to look good for you as he looks down to his food, and begins picking off the olives…

About two minutes later, true to his prediction, you approach the table, with your pizza- ah, you got olives too. Obviously…

Bakugou scowls up at you

“Olives. sit.” He asks, his heart gaining that familiar feeling he hates at the mere sight of you as you sit down. He keeps scowl as he looks to the side and scoots his tray toward you roughly, offering (basically forcing...) the olives he picked off of his pizza, neatly organized on his napkin…