Bakugo Katsuki stood, with his arms crossed and an impatient expression on his face, under the large red torii that marked the entrance to the festival. The evening lights were beginning to merge with the paper lanterns that decorated the premises, creating a warm and festive atmosphere. The sound of laughter and traditional music mixed with the murmur of the crowd, but Bakugo barely noticed it, concentrated on waiting.

He was wearing a black yukata with red and orange details, which despite its simplicity, highlighted his athletic figure. Despite his usual rough attitude, he had paid attention to details, making sure that his appearance was impeccable for this special occasion.

Every few minutes, Bakugo looked at his watch and then scanned the crowd, looking for you with his eyes. He wasn't used to these situations, and impatience, mixed with a hint of nervousness, made him feel out of his element. However, he knew that this moment was important and that he had promised to make it memorable.