When the Days are Dark

Chapter 8

You were checking yourself out in the mirror, while Denki was sitting on your bed. Your room was a mess from throwing clothes around, throwing a fit from not finding a perfect outfit, and then throwing more clothes. "Hm... What do you think?" You asked as you showed off your outfit to him. It was something that wasn't really... date-worthy but you felt most comfortable in it.

"Wow look at you. Dressing up for the guy who punched me in the face." Denki said sarcastically. "Oh poor, baby," you teased, "I'll tell him to apologize to you." You checked yourself out one more time before deciding to change. Throwing together the perfect fit, an outfit that perfectly defines your figure and any curves. You put it on and smiled widely at yourself, "Damn~" you sang.

"Okay now that's hot, " Denki said, sitting on his phone. "Thanks. Do me a favor and clean up while I do my hair." You said before quickly running off to your bathroom to fix up your hair. You knew Denki's lazy ass wasn't going to clean up but putting the thought in his head would keep him busy or make him leave.

"Y/N, I'm leaving!" Denki announced and you chuckled a bit. "Okay, see you later!"

Once you heard the door close, you walked out of the bathroom and noticed that your room was semi-clean. Although some of the clothes were just thrown onto your bed. You'll deal with that tomorrow, or later tonight, depending on how the date goes.

You and Bakugou agreed to meet at his car at 7. It was a nice, all-black Range Rover, you almost wanted to be the one driving it When the time came to meet up, Bakugou was already there talking on the phone inside the car once you came. He seemed to be yelling but he hung up once he noticed you. You reached for the passenger door handle but Bakugou hopped out of the car. "Stop!" He ordered, walking over to you and causing you to yelp

"What? What's wrong?" you questioned. He lightly pushed you aside and opened the car door for you. "Get in, " he said, holding the door for you. "Look at you trying to be a gentleman, ~" you teased as you got into the leather seat. "You're saying I'm not a gentleman?" he asked, leaning on the car door. "I may not be nice but I am most definitely a gentleman when I need to be."

You nodded and watched as he closed the door and walked back to the driver's seat. "Where are we going?" You asked. "Hotpot," he answered, moving the shift to drive and driving at a speed that was well over the speed limit. You held on to your seatbelt for dear life but didn't say anything cus you didn't want to seem like a pussy.

"Don't be scared, Y/N. I'm an excellent driver." He smiled, placing his hand on your thigh. He lied... he's not an excellent driver. He proceeded to drive faster than before. He took sharp turns and even took the risks of switching lanes in tight spaces.

You let out a deep sigh once he parked at a restaurant. It was nice and big, nothing too fancy but it still looked a bit expensive. You took your seatbelt off and looked over where Bakugou was yet he was gone. "What the hell..." You muttered. At that moment your car door opened, making you let out a horrified scream. Just as soon as you were about to pull out your weapon, Bakugou laughed. "Oh my god-" he wheezed.

"Bro, What the fuck! Don't scare me like that!" You scolded, slapping his arm. "I'm sorry," he continued to laugh, "my bad, I didn't mean to." He said. You rolled your eyes, and got out of the car, purposely bumping into the shoulder. "Mhm," you hummed.

Bakugou closed the door and began to lead the way into the restaurant. The lobby had a long line and many people sitting, waiting for a table. Bakugou skipped ahead of the line, gathering dirty looks from the other customers. He shared only a few words with a waiter before being led to a private room. It already had meat, eggs, vegetables, and whatnot in the room; all you have to do is boil it yourself. "How could you just skip all those people like that?" You asked, sitting down at the table.