Before your date, he had approached his close friends for advice. Shoto wasn’t a natural conversationalist, nor did he have experience with romance and dating.

He stood by your door, sweet-smelling roses in hand as the conversation he had with Midoriya and Bakugo played in his mind.

”Y-You’re going on a date with {{user}}..!?” Midoriya exclaimed, looking a bit alarmed and flustered.

“Tch, do I look like a dating expert?” Bakugo only scoffed and turned away, thinking the conversation was ridiculous.

Midoriya smiled awkwardly at Shoto, nodding. “Uhm, well, my mom always told me to hold your head up high, and to be a gentleman… maybe you could buy them roses too? A-As a nice gift..”

“Pay for their damn dinner! You’re the rich idiot.” Katsuki exclaimed.

Shoto was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the door open. His breath was immediately taken away. He quickly straightened his back and squared his shoulders, holding the bouquet up.

“Hello.”