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🍲Dinner to Remember🐘

Genre- fluff
Length- 692

Third POV-

Bakugou set the final dish on the table. He spent a while cooking dinner for him and Kirishima. It was a special night tonight. At least, he hoped it was. And one to remember. A good memory he prays.

"Bakugou?" He's here. The blond turned around and was greeted with his redheaded best friend.

The redhead stared in awe at the beautifully well put together dinner. And just for them. He couldn't help the blush that rushed to his cheeks.

Kirishima walked over and sat at the table.

"What's all of this for? You only make me this much food on a special occasion," Kirishima began as Bakugou walked to his seat.

"It's not your birthday or mine, it's not Christmas, so... what's so special about today?" Kirishima knew Bakugou too well. But Bakugou didn't want the redhead to cue in on what he was planning.

"I can't do something nice for you," he grumbled and crossed his arms, pouting to put the whole act together. Kirishima quirked an eyebrow before looking back at the dinner that was made just for him.

"You can, it's just not very like you to put so much effort if it's not a big deal," Kirishima lifted a couple strips of yakiniku and placed them on his own plate.

"Thanks," he smiled at the blond and continued to grab food as Bakugou began to do the same.

How was he going to tell him? Oi Kirishima, I can't think when I'm around you, will you go out with me? No. It needed to be special. Something that will make Kirishima swoon. He made this dinner, that was step one, but getting the words out of his mouth.

It suddenly felt impossible now that he was in the moment.

"Is there something you want to talk about?" Kirishima asked after swallowing a whole load of food.

"Huh?"

"You don't focus when you have something on your mind, you also tap your head when you're thinking," Kirishima really paid attention to detail.

"So what's on your mind," Bakugou knew Kirishima wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't the stupidest either. He paid close attention to Bakugou's body language, it honestly was making him fall harder.

Bakugou sat there, trying to gather the right words to get what he meant across and Kirishima sat there patiently, giving Bakugou full on eye contact, Bakugou couldn't keep it though. He glanced away every so often.

Bakugou takes a deep breath. He just needs to-wing it, he supposed.

A stray hand was slowly grabbed by Bakugou, which surprised Kirishima. But he let his eyes slip to their hands, but then back to Bakugou.

"I-" he stopped. Fuck, how was he going to say this.

Kirishima rubbed his hand for comfort, eye contact still strong as he waited patiently for Bakugou get out what he wanted.

It wasn't the first time they've held hands. It wouldn't be the last if everything goes correctly.

Just speak from the heart Bakugou told himself. Well, he reminded himself on what Mina hold told him when he told her what he was going to do.

"You know me better than anyone in this damn place," he lifted his gaze back to Kirishima. The redhead, still looking at him, waiting for more context.

"You deal with all my insults, my assaults, everything," Bakugou continued. "I-...I want that all the time, but...not as..." He stopped and turned his gaze away.

"No, say it," Kirishima squeezed Bakugou's hand. He wanted to hear it before he gave him the answer. He already knew what it was.

"But not as friends, I want you always, please be my-" Bakugou sunk in his seat, Kirishima looked at him softly.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Kirishima smiled wider, bringing Bakugou's hand close to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on it.

"Of course Ka- Bakugou," Kirishima corrected.

"No, please, call me that," Bakugou felt his heart beating out of his chest, threatening to burst out.

"Katsuki," their faces glowed a bright red as they blushed.

Certainly a dinner to remember as when they started dating.