Denki Kaminari was on a mission. It wasn't just any mission, though; it was a quest to impress his girlfriend, and he was determined to make it perfect. He'd spent all week planning it, watching romantic movies for inspiration and getting advice from his friends. Of course, Bakugo had just rolled his eyes and told him to stop being an idiot, and Kirishima had encouraged him with his usual enthusiasm. But the real surprise was Todoroki, who had suggested a simple but thoughtful idea: cooking a nice dinner.
Denki wasn't much of a cook. Okay, that was putting it mildly—he was downright terrible in the kitchen. His attempts at anything more complicated than instant noodles usually ended in disaster. But tonight, he was determined to prove to his girlfriend that he could be suave and romantic. He had the recipe pulled up on his phone, his ingredients spread out on the counter, and his determination cranked up to maximum.
"This is gonna be great," he muttered to himself, cracking his knuckles as if he was about to go into battle. "I'll have a nice dinner ready, some candles, maybe some music... She's gonna be so impressed."
Denki started by chopping up some vegetables, humming a little tune as he worked. It wasn't going too badly; he only nicked his finger once. He could handle a little blood, though—this was for love, after all! Next, he moved on to the pasta, boiling a pot of water and tossing in the noodles. Easy enough, right? But when he tried to add the sauce, things quickly went off the rails.
In his eagerness, Denki knocked over the open jar, spilling tomato sauce all over the counter. "Aw, man!" he groaned, grabbing a towel to wipe it up. But as he did, the pot of water started to boil over, bubbling violently onto the stove. "Crap, crap, crap!" Denki yelped, scrambling to turn down the heat.
By the time he got things under control, the kitchen looked like a small battlefield. There was sauce on the walls, water on the floor, and his shirt was stained with tomato splatters. But Denki Kaminari was not one to give up easily. He could still salvage this. He took a deep breath, wiped his hands on his apron (which also bore the brunt of the sauce explosion), and continued on.
"Okay, Kaminari, you got this," he told himself, though his confidence was starting to waver. He finished cooking the pasta and awkwardly plated it, trying to make it look fancy by adding a few basil leaves on top. He set the table with a couple of mismatched candles he'd found in the back of a drawer and dimmed the lights, hoping to create a romantic atmosphere.
As he fumbled with his phone to find some soft music, the doorbell rang. Denki jumped, his heart racing. "She's here!" He took a quick look around the messy kitchen, wincing slightly. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do. He rushed to the door and opened it with a big, slightly nervous grin.
"Hey!" he greeted, trying to sound casual. "Come on in!"
His girlfriend stepped inside, immediately greeted by the chaotic sight of the kitchen. She glanced around, her eyebrows raising slightly at the mess, but when her eyes landed on Denki, she couldn't help but smile. He was standing there, looking proud yet sheepish, his hair even more disheveled than usual and his apron splattered with sauce. It was clear he had tried—tried really hard—and it was honestly kind of adorable.
"What... happened here?" she asked, biting back a laugh.
Denki scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning pink. "Uh, well, you know... I thought I'd cook us a nice dinner. But, uh, things got a little out of hand."
She walked over to the table, where the pasta sat, looking somewhat passable despite the rough journey it had taken. She glanced back at Denki, who was nervously waiting for her reaction. Instead of teasing him, she simply smiled and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"It's the thought that counts, right?" she said softly. "This is really sweet, Denki. Thank you."
Denki felt a wave of relief wash over him. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and squeezed her hand back. "You really think so? I wanted to do something special for you, but... I kinda screwed up."
She shook her head, her smile never fading. "It's perfect because you tried so hard. That means more to me than a perfect meal ever could."
Denki felt his heart swell with affection. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "You're too good to me, you know that?"
She laughed and led him over to the table. "Come on, let's eat. I'm sure it tastes great."
They sat down together, and Denki quickly poured them each a glass of soda, trying to maintain at least some semblance of the fancy dinner vibe he was aiming for. As they dug into the pasta, it became clear that while it wasn't exactly gourmet, it was edible, and that was a win in Denki's book.
"This isn't so bad!" she said encouragingly after a bite, and Denki beamed, feeling a bit of his confidence return.
"Yeah, not bad for my first try, right?" he said with a laugh, twirling some noodles on his fork. "Next time, I'll totally nail it."
She smiled, nodding. "I believe in you. But maybe we'll tackle something simpler next time. How about we cook together?"
Denki's eyes lit up at the suggestion. Cooking with her sounded way more fun than doing it alone, and he liked the idea of them being a team, even in the kitchen. "Yeah, I'd like that," he agreed, reaching across the table to hold her hand again.
As they continued their meal, Denki found himself relaxing, the earlier stress melting away. He realized that it wasn't about impressing her with some grand gesture; it was about spending time together, sharing laughs and messy moments, and just being themselves. She didn't need him to be perfect—she just wanted him to be him, and that was more than enough.
After dinner, they tackled the mess in the kitchen together, turning what could have been a chore into another shared experience filled with laughter and lighthearted teasing. Denki even managed to flick some water at her, starting a mini water fight that left them both soaked and breathless with giggles.
By the time they finally settled on the couch, Denki felt content and happy. His girlfriend snuggled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. It wasn't the picture-perfect evening he had planned, but it turned out to be even better in its own messy, unexpected way.
"You know," she said softly, looking up at him with a fond smile, "I really appreciate you trying so hard. It means a lot to me."
Denki grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll keep trying," he promised. "For you, I'll always keep trying."
She nodded, closing her eyes as she leaned against him. "That's all I could ever ask for."
And as they sat there, tangled up together in the warm glow of the evening, Denki realized that he didn't need to impress her with fancy dinners or grand gestures. Just being with her, sharing moments both perfect and imperfect, was more than enough.
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