Kirishima couldn’t stop nervously bouncing his legs as he waited at the entrance of the park. It felt strange, considering how much his confidence had grown since he started dating Bakugo. But today was different; they had had their first big argument last night, and although he knew fights were normal, the weight of Bakugo’s words still lingered in his mind.

It wasn’t that Bakugo had said anything particularly hurtful, but his tone, that low, frustrated growl, always managed to disarm him. Kirishima hated feeling like this, like the ground wasn’t as solid beneath him as usual.

Now, as he waited, he held a small package in his hands, something he had picked up on the way as a sort of apology. It wasn’t much, but he hoped it would help break the ice. What he didn’t know was how Bakugo would react when he saw it. Would he still be upset?

When he heard heavy footsteps approaching, Kirishima’s heart sped up. "Bakugo..." Kirishima said, trying to sound relaxed as he offered a nervous smile and the package in his hands. "I know last night wasn’t... uh, the best." He stumbled over his words.