The Back of My Hero (Bakugou Katsuki x OC)

Sunday. 10 o'clock. In front of Hachiko statue

Tickets. Check!

Wallet. Check!

Notes. Check!

Folded umbrella. Check!

Cute clothes. Um...

I pinched the lacy end of my Mori forest colored summer dress and wondered if I made the right choice when I mixed it with short grey crochet top (that I crocheted myself in boredom) and my casual lacy canvas shoes. After shacking my head out of non-confidence, I relisted the content of my bone white bag again: two Infinite Battle tickets that I bought via an upperclassmen, my wallet that I already refilled, notes! A black and orange one in which I prepared specially for Bakugou-san's details. Also colored pen for writing and sketching. and lastly umbrella, because even though the weather forecast foretold that it would be beautifully sunny, it could be wrong.

I was never more pleased with myself.

I flipped my hand to check the time. I didn't know if it was because I'm scared that Bakugou will kill me if I'm late, though at the time I was sure of myself that that was the case, but I ended up coming 45 minutes earlier.

I now understood why people hate waiting. It was kind of hurt, when my heart couldn't be more loud, punching my chest rhythmically, causing breathing difficulty, for the entirety of my waiting time. I had tried control breathing, excessive times of mending my hair and checking my light make up. All and all when only 15 minutes had passed.

"God, 30 more minutes?!! Why did I decide to leave super early?!" I cursed my watch in my mind. Breathe~~~ I blew the pention out. I then tried to keep my mind busy by looking around.

The Hachiko Statue in the front of Shibuya station really is a popular rendezvous point. I never realized this before, but there are plenty of lovers there. Other than tourist snapping pictures and few group of friends meeting up, there were certainly numbers of girls waiting for their guys, vice versa. Like one on my right, who immediately locked hands with his guy the moment he arrived.

Damn! Her clothes are so cute... I thought, secretly leering at her from top to bottom. Then I took a glance at my dress. Is Bakugou-san okay with me wearing this? Will he get embarrassed? I became unsure of myself.

"The fact that you still marvel around what to wear in the middle of the night is proving that this is a date..."

"Did you wonder which one will Bakugou-chan like?"

I cupped my crimsoned cheek. I just did everything Tsu-chan said all over again. It really hard for me to picture this as a date. 

"You know...Bakugou-chan also blushed like you earlier."

Is it possible that Bakugou-san also think this is date? Like a date between lovers?

"Oi, shitty girl!"

A coarse voice I recognized anywhere suddenly calling from my left. I looked up to see if it was really him. It was probably just my imagination, but I swear I felt fragrant warm wind vividly blew from behind, as I was stunned to see Bakugou in his casual attire.

It was a simple denim shirt, grey pencil trousers and a pair of comfortable sneakers that matched his top; nothing to flashy. However, on him it was just...stunning. His ripped body covered neatly in those clothes but they were visible. Truly the picture of adolescent beauty.

Bakugou gulped his saliva. He then averted his gaze, I thought I saw him blushed a little.

"What's with your clothes?" he asked out of blue.