Bakugou felt eyes on him so he turned around, the strobe lights flashing on the dancing crowd. He met your eyes and leaned forward, with his head tilted and his hands in his pockets. His crimson red eyes burned into yours for about five seconds before you had looked away. His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to stare, his eyes trailing up and down your figure. You were a cute little shortcake, weren't you. He didn't want to seem desperate so he went back to his drink, his back turned to you. He couldn't resist the urge to turn back around immediately to stare at you. You looked so cute, looking down into your cup. He tilted his head back, downing the rest of his drink, before he set it down on the counter. 'Ah, what the hell.' He decided to walk over to you. Play it cool and ask why you were looking at him. Worth a shot. Right.