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Ten: Dynamight's Little Firecracker.

Your POV

A whole two months of training for this big fight coming up and Bakugou is all healed up, still a bit stiff but his arm works like brand new. I'm scheduled to fight my very first match tonight and am I nervous? No, I got this... of course I'm nervous! I have no idea who I'm up against and how they are with technique or style wise. "I know you're overthinking this, so stop," Bakugou speaks up as he stands straight up from his crouching position.

"It's not like she's gonna kill ya, you have the best coach in the world." He smirks, pulling me towards him by the waist as he gives me a quick peck. He's been a lot softer with me than usual, not that I'm complaining but it's just weird. Not like the Bakugou I know. "Oh yea? The same coach who whines about his arm being stiff?" I tease, raising a brow with a smile on my face as he smirks, ruffing up my hair before leaning down to my level to be eye to eye with me. "Maybe I'll just have them put me in the ring with you." He winks, making my heart skip a beat as my cheeks flush a light colored pink.

"Please, you'd get whooped no doubt." I smile pulling my arm up and flexing making him pull a fake scared face while he shakes his hands out in front of him. "Oh noooo, don't please I beg." He mocks with a laugh as I gently punch his arm rolling my eyes. But soon after he's back to being serious and making me punch him in the hands with the little pad things. "Bakugou... I can't anymore it's hot." I whine, making him raise a brow like he's offended. "What?" "Katsu, it's hot can't we stop for a second?" I whine again as he stops with a nod, a small smile on his face.

"That's what I thought," he says cockily, walking off the ring and towards a faucet type thing before attaching a long orange hose to it, screwing it on and slowly pulling the faucet handle up, making sure the water is cold. "You said you were hot, right baby?" He asks with a smirk as I freeze, hands shooting up in surrender as I realize what he's going to do. "Kat no, I'm not hot it's okay I'm fine I- KATSU!" I cut off, squealing as he picks the hose up and sprays me with the cold water, practically drenching what he can reach as I run, making him laugh and put his thumb over the hole so it'll go farther.

Both of us laughing and distracted, I start running towards him as I grab the hose and turn it towards him making him laugh, covering his face as his hair falls down into his face from the water. "Oh you're gonna get it." He growls with a smile, grabbing my own hands and twisting the hose back towards me as I get drenched, my tank top sticking to me as my shorts squeeze my legs.

"Well would you look at this." Mina says with a smile as she walks into the open garage door of the gym, making the both of us freeze in place to look over at the whole Baku squad leaned against the entrance of the gym, watching our little water fight play out. "This is what training is like with thee Katsuki Bakugou?" Denki asks in a playful sarcastic tone as Bakugou grumbles under his breath, rolling his eyes. He turns the water hose off as he throws me a towel to dry off with. As I turn towards Mina, I notice a strange look she's giving me. 

She holds her hand up, her pointer finger curling back and forth in a 'come here' motion as I cock a brow, following her out of the gym and around the side. "What's up?" I ask, a bit nervous by the seriousness portrayed in her expression as she pulls out six slim white papers, almost like tickets. "Bakugou's birthday, duh." She smiles with a wave of the papers, handing me two of them. Two plane tickets for me and Bakugou, the remaining tickets for the others. "Mina you're such a life saver, I had totally forgotten all about it." I sigh, rubbing my temples.

How could I have forgotten his birthday? I was so worried about the match and training I didn't even realize that it was tomorrow. The plane tickets read April 20th, at 8:30am at the Narita International Airport seat 3A and 4A. "Don't worry about it, we'll have fun tomorrow!" She squeals excitedly just before cutting herself off when we notice the boys all piling out of the gym together talking. "Do the guys know?" I whisper to her as she shakes her head, pretending I said something funny.