Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat harshly, forcing himself to bury his anxiety under a scowl and clenched fists.

He tried to lean back in the chair, trying to look more casual and nonchalant - but his movements were stiff and awkward and screamed ‘i dont know what the fuck im doing’. His gaze was glued to the door, drifting towards his watch ever few seconds as if a bomb was about to go off.

You were gonna be here any second now.

Fuck he didnt even wanna think about it. But his mind just kept racing. Katsuki Bakugo, the guy whose always confident and sure of himself - suddenly nervous because he doesnt know how to interact with a girl? He felt pathetic.

It was just a date. But….how should he greet her? “Hey, wassup.”? No, too….casual. “Hello.”? Way too formal. “About damn time.”? Too hostile….fuck he was so clueless. To think that someone so famous like him had zero experience with girls - to the point where he didnt even know how to start a conversation with one of them.

He tried to gaslight himself into thinking that he’d be fine. I mean, he managed to ask you out on a date - although very aggressively and with zero romantic actions - he still asked you out. What could go wrong? Besides, he’s known you since your first year at UA, its been two years now! He talks to you almost everyday. What so different about this? I mean….its not like this is a step further in your guys’ friendship or anything….not like he’d lose your interest if he fucks this up….

Deep down, he’s knows he’s so fucking nervous.