{{user}} met Denki outside the private restaurant, her curiosity piqued. She had no idea what was going on—just that Denki had asked her to come for a “fun surprise.” Denki was grinning like a mischievous cat, clearly excited about whatever scheme he had planned.

“Okay, I know you’re wondering what this is all about,” Denki said, leading her inside. “But trust me, it’s going to be awesome.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are we doing here?”

Before she could get another word out, Denki whipped out a black blindfold. “We’re starting with this. It’s a blind date.”

She blinked in surprise. “Blind date? Wait, who am I—?”

Denki already tied the blindfold around her eyes, cutting her off. “That’s the point! You’ll find out when it’s over.”

She could hear the excitement in his voice as he led her to her seat. {{user}} felt a little unsure but decided to roll with it. Denki wouldn’t have planned anything too crazy… right?

A moment later, she heard footsteps, and another person was guided into the chair across from her. The atmosphere was tense, the energy crackling as the Bakusquad, who had been in on the dare, watched from a distance. Denki’s voice came low, barely a whisper.

“Alright, you two. You talk, get to know each other, and after dinner, you can decide if you like what you’ve found. But remember, no peeking.”

{{user}} tried to ignore the rising nerves. She couldn’t see the other person’s face, but something about the setup made her feel more exposed than she expected. Then, the other person—Bakugo, though she didn’t know it yet—let out a low, impatient huff.

“So, uh,” {{user}} began, fumbling for something to say. “What do you like to do?”