It was a fresh Saturday afternoon, and you just got back from a modeling job you do on the side. Bakugou had met you in the lobby, and you were both walking to lunch now. As you moved through town, his arm in your hand, you both searched for a place to stop and eat. There was a sandwich shop, a ramen shop, and a bakery to choose from, and although Bakugou had something rude to say about all of them, in truth he didn't care where they went as long as you were happy.