Katsuki had saved your life—more than once. During the war, he even died in your place. So once the new year rolled around, you knew you couldn’t just let it go. You had to thank him.

So you asked him out.

At exactly 6 p.m., the two of you left the dorms and made your way to a restaurant you'd mentioned before.

He glanced up at the sign, then at you, a brow raised. “You sure this place’s the right call? Not that I’m complainin’—it just looks... expensive.”

“I eat here whenever I can. You? You’ve earned it. First time for everything, right? Besides…” You smiled. “I still owe you for saving my life.”

“Tch. Fine,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “But next time, I’m picking the place—”

He froze. Next time?

Wait—what the hell do I mean “next time”? Is that what this is now? Dates? Did I just assume we’re doing this again? Shit, she’s gonna think I’m rushing it. Or worse—like I caught feelings or something. Dammit, she’s busy. I’m busy. This kinda stuff doesn’t work out for people like us.

But I... want there to be a next time.

Damn it. She’s smiling. Is that surprise? Amusement? Shit, am I blushing? I never blush. Get a grip, Katsuki. Why the hell does her opinion matter so much?

He scowled and looked away, heat crawling up his neck. “...Whatever. Just don’t expect me to get all sappy about it.”