I had a busy day so technically this is getting posted on a Sunday at 12:25 A.M but if I haven't gone to sleep yet it's still Saturday to me
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You smoothed out the wrinkles in your shirt as you waited for Bakugo outside of Star and Stripes Agency.
You didn't really plan for anything too formal when you packed for America, so you didn't have many outfits to choose from.
You didn't have any dresses, so that option was off the table because you weren't going to take the time to rush out and buy one. However, you did have a few dress shirts and some pants that weren't leggings or jeans.
With the help of Shinso, you ended up settling on an outfit that didn't look horrendous and didn't freeze you out.
You wore black dress pants with flared bottoms that hid your bare ankles, and you had charcoal heels that enveloped your feet. You wore a white blouse on your upper half, the hem of it tucked neatly into your pants, and a stormy gray bomber jacket to keep yourself warmer.
You didn't do much in terms of makeup. In fact, you didn't really do anything. You simply washed your face and did some skincare. You hadn't realized until now that you didn't really know how to do makeup, good makeup. However, that wasn't an issue. You knew Bakugo preferred your normal complexion anyway.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
You perked up at the sound of Bakugo's voice and turned to find your boyfriend standing a few feet behind you.
And he was wearing the exact same outfit.
Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but it was close.
He wore a white dress shirt, but his was clearly built for a masculine stature, and black dress pants as well, but the bottom of his weren't flared like yours. He had black dress shoes housing his feet and a classic black jacket keeping himself warm.
"It's not exactly the same," you said, noticing Bakugo's frustration. "Besides, we're a couple. We can be twinsies."
"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that," Bakugo replied before holding out his hand, "and I'm not going back inside to change, so I guess we're being a cringy couple tonight."
"You love it," you stated while sticking your tongue out childishly. Bakugo rolled his eyes, jutting his hand out further.
You placed your hand in his palm, and he immediately adjusted so that your fingers were comfortably intertwined with his as the two of you began walking.
"So where're we going?" you asked.
"Somewhere," he answered shortly, and you playfully slapped his shoulder.
"Specifics," you pestered.
"You said you wanted it to be a surprise," Bakugo replied with narrowed eyes. "Wait until we get there."
"But I'm impatient," you huffed. Bakugo rolled his eyes.
"Trust me, I know," he said, causing you to lightly pinch his bicep with the hand that wasn't interlocked with his.
"Well, it's clearly some place fancy if you took the time to dress this nicely," you pointed out.
"I always dress nice," Bakugo argued, "just not this formal, and don't get used to it. These are the only dress clothes I own, so it's back to sweats tomorrow."
"As long as it's not jeans, I'll take it as a win," you joked with a small chuckle.
A small growl slipped past Bakugo's lips at your statement, and you yelped when he abruptly stopped you by close-lining your stomach with his free arm, which he then wrapped around your waist before pinching your hip.
"One more comment about the jeans, and you're gonna get it," he threatened.
"Yeah, yeah, you said that when I locked you out earlier, but I'm still here," you teased. "You're all talk."
"You better behave or else we'll ditch the restaurant," he stated, and you grinned.
"So we're going to a restaurant?" you questioned, and Bakugo stiffened at the realization that he had let the secret slip.
"This is why you need to stop it with your teasing," Bakugo hissed. "You ruined the surprise."
"Pretty sure that was your fault," you began while stepping out of his grasp and looping your left arm through his right, "but whatever. Take me to this restaurant, Poppy."
"We would've gotten there already if you knew how to stop yapping," Bakugo argued as the two of you began to walk again.
"Says the one who has an insult leaving his mouth every ten seconds," you countered.
"Example A," he replied, referring to your apparent "yapping."
"Okay, Poppy," you scoffed in amusement. "Whatever you say."
The rest of the walk was silent with the expectation of a few irrelevant, minimal conversations that managed to provide temporary entertainment until the two of you reached your destination.
When you did arrive, you were very, very confused considering the building looked far from a place to eat.
"I think your mental GPS took you to the wrong place," you said, nudging your boyfriend with your elbow.
"The restaurant's on the top floor," Bakugo said. "It's called 71Above, some fancy shit."
"Visibly fancy or pricey fancy?" you asked.
"Both," he cleared his throat.
"So I'm guessing the rich one between the two of us is paying," you said slowly, pursing your lips.
"Unless you wanna have water for dinner, yes," Bakugo replied, removing his arm from yours before pressing his hand to your lower back. "Come on."
Bakugo led you through the front doors of the building, into the elevator, and up to the top floor. When the doors slid open, you were greeted with an enchanting sight.
Windows replaced walls and curled around the entire floor. Pristine, glass tables were in an ornate pattern throughout the restaurant with padded black stools. There were decorative plants and lights that provided some color and emotion to the place. There was even a lounge area on the far side of the restaurant.
There was minimal staff, which you assumed was normal for a place that was supposedly so expensive. Most of the tables were empty. There were only seven other couples dining. It was clam, comforting.
"Do you have a reservation?"
You turned at the sound of a well-mannered voice to find a woman standing behind a small podium not too far from the two of you.
"Bakugo," your boyfriend answered shortly.
The woman looked down at something you couldn't see that must've been lying on the surface of the podium before humming.
"Here we are," she nodded. "Feel free to choose any table you'd like, and a server will be with you shortly."
You and Bakugo chose an empty table closet to the windows, courtesy of you wanting to look out at the city below.
"This is nice-nice," you commented as you sat down, Bakugo taking his seat across from you.
"You can tell Eye Bags to suck it," he scoffed. "I picked a good place."
"'It' being his poor assumptions, your ego, or..." you joked, trailing off.
Bakugo lightly kicked your leg beneath the table, managing a crooked smirk at your response.
You slipped off your jacket and draped it across your lap before setting your phone and your purse, which may as well have been a wallet with his small it was, on the table close by.
"Good evening," a server greeted the two of you as he set down two menus on the table."Can I start you off with some drinks?"
"Water," Bakugo stated plainly before looking over at you.
"Iced tea, please," you answered.
The server nodded, saying, "I'll give you time to decided your meals while I get those for you," before taking his leave.
You picked up your menu, only scanning the items at first, and your eyes almost bulged out of your head at some of the prices.
"Bakugo, it's eighteen dollars for asparagus," you whispered harshly. "I don't like asparagus but still."
"Relax..." he mumbled as he read through his own menu. "I'm paying."
"No, you're surrendering your bank account," you argued, causing Bakugo to roll his eyes. "Are you seriously gonna pay..." you trailed off, looking back at the menu, "thirty-one dollars for salmon."
"No," he replied. "I'm gonna pay thirty-five for grilled ribeye."
"You're crazy," you shook your head.
"I'm rich," he countered as the server appeared once more, drinks in hand.
"Ready to order?" the waiter asked as he set down the drinks before pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
"Grilled ribeye, medium well," Bakugo said shortly as he gathered both of your menus and held them out to the server.
"And you, Miss?" the waiter asked as he tucked the menus underneath his arm.
"Nori Bucatini Pasta," you stated before taking a sip of your iced tea.
The server nodded curtly before tucking his notepad away, saying, "I'll get those in right away. Feel free to check out the lounge while you wait," before walking off.
"Guess I will have to tell Shinso he was wrong," you said while standing, referring to your best friend's assumptions that Bakugo was terrible at good decision making. "Let's go lounge, Poppy."
You stood and held out your hand, palm down, and Bakugo lightly rolled his eyes at your previous remark before taking your hand and standing.
You grabbed your purse and your phone, just to be safe, but left your drink as the two of you headed over to the lounge area.
It was a secluded area away from all the tables and pressed against the windows. There were two couches opposite of each other, a few glass tables littered around, and multiple beanbag-like chairs. They looked like beanbags but, unlike the actual seat, they were solid and didn't morph out of shape.
There was even a taller, bar-like table facing the windows with higher stools for those who wanted to get the best view of the city outside.
Finally, there were beautiful chandeliers hanging above the area along with some smaller fairy lights to provide some much needed illumination.
"Wow, talk about setting the mood," you said, looking around.
Bakugo fell back onto one of the beanbag-like chairs, arms hanging off the edge of the seat and head craned back. He naturally spread his legs to give himself more room and comfortability.
A crooked grin made its way onto your face at the sudden thought of an idea, and you set your phone and purse down on the glass table between the two leather couches before letting yourself fall back into his lap.
Bakugo grunted from the impact and wrapped his arms around your waist in response, pulling you closer until your back was pressed up against his chest.
"Damn, give me a warning next time," he stated gruffly.
"I'm not that heavy," you rolled your eyes. "Besides, you lift."
"It's not the weight factor I'm concerned about," he replied, squirming in his seat.
You turned around in his lap so that your legs were draped over his thighs, and your back was resting against his right arm.
You took one glance at his pursed lips, red ears, and wandering eyes and immediately understood the silent message.
"Kat!" you shrieked while flinging yourself out of his lap.
"It's not my fucking fault," he hissed. "You're the one who decided to throw yourself on my crotch."
"We are in a nice, expensive restaurant," you stated, hands coming up to rest on your hips.
"Then why the hell are you droppin' yourself on my crotch?" Bakugo questioned, his nostrils flared.
"My god..." you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose before rubbing your forehead. "Can't you just...put it down?"
Bakugo stared at you with an expression that read "are you an idiot?" as he sunk further back into his seat.
"Maybe we should've stuck to movies and snacking," you sighed before letting out a breathy chuckle. "We're very much not fancy coded."
"Why would we wanna be?" he asked, sitting up and beckoning you toward him with a flick of his pointer finger.
You stepped forward into his embrace, and he loosely wrapped his arms around your legs before pressing his chin to your stomach, looking up at you fondly.
"People like that are stuck up, don't think about anyone else but themselves," he continued, fingers playing with the area of fabric of your pants that covered your claves.
"Wasn't that exactly how you were when we first met?" you asked, raising a brow as your rested your hands on his shoulders. You began to massage them slowly.
"That was back then. Don't care 'bout that. Care about now," he argued. You smiled at him.
You had a habit of getting stuck in the past, bothered by the little things. You've always spent so much time procrastinating and holding grudges that you've forgotten to enjoy the things you have in the present like Bakugo.
You haven't had enough time to enjoy him. That why you wanted to go out on a date, a real date, but you supposed some people were just made for watching Netflix until midnight while eating chips and ice cream and mumbling about pointless things to pass the time.
"How about, after we eat, we immediately head home and watch The Ring?" you suggested. "I'll even let you crack open that awful pecan ice cream you like."
"Actually?" he questioned, somewhat of a gleam in his eyes.
"Pinky promise," you said, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to hold out your pinky.
Bakugo wrapped his pinky around yours, holding it firmly for a few seconds before standing up. His hands traveled up the back of your legs as he did so, which eventually stopped to rest on your hips.
"One kiss," he suddenly stated, arms curling further around your waist. You gulped as you leaned back.
You and Bakugo have never kissed before. It wasn't as if you were expecting to go without kissing him your whole relationship, but you hadn't spent any time preparing yourself for this moment.
Did your breath smell okay? Were your teeth clean? Were your lips soft and not chapped? Were your kissing abilities good enough? You didn't know how well you kissed. You've never kissed anyone before.
"You're spiraling," Bakugo said, snapping you back to reality.
"If I'm a bad kisser, you don't say a word," you began, waving a finger in his face. "I don't wanna hear any complaining from you."
"You think I'm gonna complain 'bout kissin' you?" he questioned with a scoff.
"You complain about everything else," you replied, "so shut up for once and kiss me."
"Yes, Dear," Bakugo joked, his tongue poking past his lips childishly.
You rested your hands on his shoulders as his hands became gentler on your hips, pulling you closer until both of your chests were pressed firmly together.
He leaned down slowly, cautiously, as if he was giving you a few seconds to back out, which only caused you to curl your hands around the back of his neck and tug him closer.
The chandelier hanging above the two of you provided a warm glow to the side of his face and somewhat of a sparkle in his crimson eyes.
His breath fanned your lips as he exhaled, and his eyes eventually fluttered shut as he inched closer to your face. You allowed yours to fall shut as well, feeling safe, comfortable.
His smooth lips lightly brushed against yours, causing a shiver to run down your spine. However, before the two of you could even indulge yourselves in a proper kiss, breaking glass startled the two of you apart.
You whipped toward the wall of windows in unison with Bakugo to find one of them completely shattered. Pieces of glass covered the polished floor and slick furniture, and a figure hovered in the night sky outside the building.
The floating individual had dark, purple hair, half tied back and the rest down and covering their nape. Their eyes were cerulean blue and skin as pale as porcelain. The factor that told you this stranger was a none other than a villain was the bird mask covering their nose and mouth that was reminiscent of a familiar enemy: Overhaul.
"Finally," they giggled maliciously, "I found you."
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