Bakugou Katsuki wasn't a romantic. He never had been, and he never thought he'd find himself in this kind of situation. Ever since you entered U.A., you and he had had an explosive connection—one that needed no words or explanations. He understood you, you understood him. He admired you, even if he rarely said it out loud. But lately, something was eating away at him inside. The constant discomfort of knowing that, even though you were clearly his to him, he'd never said it. He'd never made it official.

And that pissed him off.

Not because he didn't want to, but because he hated not knowing how to do it. He wasn't like those idiots who got all mushy and saccharine. He was Bakugou Katsuki, future number one hero. He couldn't just say, "Will you be my partner?" and that was it. It had to be something unforgettable. Something that would make it clear to everyone—to the whole world—that you were his, and that no one else would dare even look in your direction.

After weeks of frustrated grunts, denials, and glares, he ended up—reluctantly—accepting help from his “friends.”

Night came sooner than expected. Katsuki was standing there, wearing a dark, elegant suit. His tousled hair shone in the soft light of the streetlights, and in his trembling hands (though he'd never admit it) he held a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, which he had to go to three damn flower shops to find until he found the right ones.

Behind him, the lights came on just in time: large, glowing letters spelled out a direct, straightforward question, just like him: "DO YOU WANT TO BE MY PARTNER?"

His red eyes searched for you as soon as he heard your footsteps. When he saw you walk forward with that surprised expression on your face, something in his chest tightened. Damn, you looked beautiful. He felt proud of having gone so far for this. For you.

He watched you approach in silence, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed slightly, as if he could hide how fast his heart was beating. When you were close enough, he raised the bouquet slightly and growled huskily,

"So...?" He wasn't good with words, and you knew it. But his gaze said it all: the intensity in his eyes, the way his entire body was tense, waiting impatient for an answer.

Katsuki Bakugou wasn't romantic, but for you, he was willing to learn.