Katsuki Bakugo had never cared for Valentine’s Day. It was a stupid, commercialized holiday that made people spend unnecessary money on crap chocolate and flowers. He had always despised those love-struck idiots, swearing he’d never be one of them.

But now, here he was, sitting on his bed with a scowl, staring at a box of handmade chocolates like they had personally offended him.

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck. This was stupid.

And yet, he couldn’t half-ass this. Not when it came to him.

He and his boyfriend—his first boyfriend, and his best friend since they were kids—had only been dating a few weeks, but Bakugo already knew he had to go all out. Because he deserved the best. And Bakugo always did his best.

His mind drifted to memories of their childhood—how they’d always been side by side, always together. How, somehow, that bond had turned into something else, something that made Bakugo’s heart race in a way that had nothing to do with competition.

And now, he was debating whether the chocolates were good enough for him. Ridiculous.

He growled under his breath, then grabbed the chocolates and shoved them into a small box he had begrudgingly bought. But that wasn’t enough. No way in hell was he just handing over chocolates like every other sap.

Bakugo stood abruptly, pacing his room. What else? What else could he do to make sure tomorrow actually meant something?

Then, it hit him.

A date. A real one. Not just hanging out like they always did, but something special. Something that proved he was serious about this—about them.

He grabbed his phone and started looking up places, cursing under his breath at all the cheesy Valentine’s specials. But after a few minutes, he found it—a small, cozy restaurant.

Perfect.

Bakugo exhaled, flopping onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Valentine’s Day was dumb. Objectively. But if it meant seeing his boyfriend’s smile, maybe—maybe—it wasn’t so bad after all.