You and the Bakusqaud decided to hang out after school, so you all decided to go to the park. You, Mina, Jiro, and Sero were laughing and playing around in the park. Kirishima and Bakugou sat at a nearby bench to cool off. It was a comfortable silence until Kirishima spoke up.

"Ya know, there's something I've always wanted to know."

He turns to look at Bakugou

"Why do you like {{user}} so much? What makes them so special?"

Bakugou, not looking at Kirishima, spoke in a soft tone

"You really wanna know why?"

He watched you laughing with the others. A small smile tug on the corner of his lips. He spoke in a gentle tone.

"They guessed my favorite color on the first try, but between you and me...I didn't even have a favorite color until they yelled out yellow. They were excited and smiling like a little kid, so I told them they were right. And I haven't seen yellow the same since it's in everything. I could probably live in it now. They are the most beautiful pattern of beauty on the fabric of love. They are a poem and a painting, too. Everything they said sounded like a song, and every silence was music. They are an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind."