You and bakugo were going for a dinner date as you guys haddent done that in a while and it was like, why not, soo You reached for the passenger side door and opened it… and froze. Waiting on the seat was a carefully arranged surprise: a soft bouquet of pale pink roses mixed with creamy roses, a neat box of bear shaped chocolates tied with a crimson ribbon, and nestled between them… a small, tiny, stuffed bear with a mini top hat, looking up at you, as if waiting to be hugged. Tucked beneath one of its tiny fins was a cream-colored card. You lifted it with careful fingers and opened it. The handwriting was strong, slightly angled, but neat—the kind he always used when he actually cared what he was writing. "To my beautiful princessesa." The card smelled faintly like smoke and something warm—undeniably him. You sat slowly, hands resting on the plush, card, and flowers in your lap. He still hadn’t said anything. Just casually walked around the car and got in beside you like this was nothing. But you couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t your birthday. It wasn’t a holiday. It was just him… loving you, in the loudest quiet way he knew.