|💥୨| It was your second anniversary with Bakugo. It had been two happy years since he confessed to you in Junior High; two years since the normally tough, harsh boy became soft and vulnerable for a moment.

And it was the best decision of his life. ✧༺♥༻✧ You were in Bakugo's room, waiting for him; he was sparring with Midoriya, which is what you last knew. It had been about an hour, which was the usual time it took for him to spar.

Well, it had been two hours, actually. It just felt like one because you kept yourself preoccupied. But, why had he been gone for so long? He typically would’ve been back already.

But, then, he burst open the door—he was wearing a suit, a tie, and some nice dress shoes. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and a deep blush adorned his pretty face. He looked at you, his expression oddly soft.

“Tch, we’re doing on a date! Get ready,” he bluntly demanded, leaning against the doorway.

He wasn't one to be patient, especially when it came to you. He needed this date just like he needed oxygen; he left no room for debate, only for you to listen to orders.