The first part of a Valentine special for my wonderful readers.
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Toru discovered, to her delight, that although Bakugou had denied having any warm feelings towards her whatsoever, he took his role as boyfriend, and the man in the relationship, very seriously. Which meant being on top of organizing dates and keeping up on his word.
"Hey, Titties. You, me, freaking perfect pen, Sunday. Speak now if you can't or forever hold your peace."
She eyed him up and down (because she could), using her built up knowledge of people watching to find the stiffness in the cocky tilt of his head and the fists stuffed in his pockets, bunched up tight. She even caught the way his shoulders rose, despite his relaxed swagger towards her.
She didn't respond until he came to a stop in front of her, where she stood in the dorm kitchen, drinking a glass of milk. She had a particular fondness for milk, as the milkstaches it left her with weren't affected by her quirk.
"You're cute," she said.
His face twitched. "Oy, yes or no?"
"Were you actually afraid I'd say no?" and because she couldn't resist when it came to him anymore, she reached out to his shoulders and pushed them down.
He flinched. "Like hell!"
"Cute."
"You actually find that cute?" said Momo as she dropped onto a stool across the counter.
"This doesn't include you," said Bakugou, rather civilly, actually.
"Then don't have private conversations in public places," said Momo. She leaned on one hand. "Hey, Toru, before you go, mind getting me a glass of water?"
"On the rocks?" said Toru, spinning round to the cupboard like a ballerina. "Shaken, not stirred? Lemon?"
Momo smiled. "Lemon, and a paper umbrella if you find one in there."
"Nah, you know me. I'm more of a little plastic mermaid toothpick type of gal."
"What bar did you go to growing up?"
"Only the best, sugar plum!"
Bakugou shifted in place awkwardly as he watched her, deciding to lean against the fridge and cross his arms to hide his fidgeting hands.
"What time?" he asked.
Toru made sure to wait until Momo had the glass to her lips before saying, "Depends on how dressed you want me."
Momo choked, spraying water down her front.
Bakugou, to his credit, didn't blush. He actually managed to keep a straight face as he glared at her.
Toru giggled. "Oh, excuse me, I forgot a word. Up. How dressed up?"
He sighed, glanced at the still choking Momo, then leveled his gaze on her.
"Ten. I'll pick you up."
"Oo, all the way from my place? An entire floor up? How big of you."
"Stop it. You're going to kill the Ponytail Factory."
"Sorry, this is what I do when I'm nervous. Because you're around. 'Cause you're cute. You know?"
Finally, the right part of his face twitched--the part around his mouth.
"Bye." He pushed off the fridge.
"What, no good-night kiss?"
He didn't answer as he walked off. But she thought she could see his shoulders hunch up a bit, ever so slightly.
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