The Back of My Hero (Bakugou Katsuki x OC)

How is That a Date

# Later that same day #

Everybody in class 1-A was in the middle of packing their bags to end that day class, all included the Red Head Hero Kirishima Eijiro. He finished earlier than most of his friends and immediately made his way to his buddy, Bakugou Katsuki.

"Bakugou, are you feeling better already?" he asked the blonde guy, who was in the middle of putting in his books.

"Of course I'm fine, shitty hair!"

Kaminari suddenly slid to the front of Bakugou's desk. On his knees, he pleaded for his soul, "Forgive me, Bakugou. I was actually the one who crashed that girl at lunch. Please don't kill me!!" His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when Bakugo glared at him with his questioning yet intimidating "Huh".

"Hahaha, well if you are okay. How about you and I watch that new All Might Movie this Sunday?" Kirishima pointed himself with his thumb. A blinding bright smile perked up on his face.

"Go by yourself for once. I'm busy!" he yanked his bag on its handle and carried it over his shoulder.

Bakugou stood up and was about to leave when a certain purple grapes suddenly scoffed him. "You are very sly, Bakugou. You said you're busy but you're actually going on a date with that sexy girl from the cafeteria, aren't you?" accused Mineta. His face folded. Frowned. His grape-like head filled with angry emoji.

Bakugou raised one of his sharp brow. His eyes winced toward Mineta. "HAH?!!"

"Woaah! Are you serious? Bakugou? That girl is a bomb!" Kaminari remarked. His face slightly blushed when he recalled touching the 'cafeteria girl' by accident.

"How come girls even like your type whose mouth dirtier than a gutter? That's so unfair! Plus that girl is a freaking hottie. What the hell!! So frustating!!" Mineta kept groaning and whining until his mouth is foaming, as if he caught rabies, something about a date that was very novel in Bakugo's mind.

"The fuck you're talking about, filthy grapes"

"Uggh, it frustates me even more that you play dumb. I'm talking about Odayaka Mana, you scum Ikemen! The idol of class 1-I. I heard you. Sunday, 10 o'clock, Hachiko statue. What's that if it's not a date?!!"

The whole class erupted. The girls began talking about the possibility of Mineta's words, then continued to the incident at the cafeteria, then to imagining dating situation with Bakugou, then comparing it with dating with another boy from A class; an endless streaks of dating topic . While the boys just bit their lips in jealousy. 

They went uproar on their own while Bakugo was left dumbfounded.

HUH?!!

Date?! How is that a fucking date?!

# Later that same day too, but at night #

I had stood up in the middle of my studio apartment for hours now, looking at various pairs of fashion collection that I got laid on my bed. Not that much of variation remembering that I bought everything using my own money and that lack of variation troubled me.

"Cute or sassy? Mori or trendy? Which one Bakugou-san like more, I wonder..."

Isn't that the question of a woman.

Further rummaging the inside of my wardrobe didn't help. I rumpled my hair, sucking oxygen in through the gap of my teeth then blew it in an O, biting my lips, walking around in circles, re-matching tops with bottoms, until finally throwing myself to the pile in defeat.

I need help, I said to myself. So I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through names. Seeing lists of my contact friends, I couldn't help but wonder what would their reaction will be if I told them I'm going to interview Bakugou-san. Most of my classmates would probably tell me I am crazy. So I guessed... I could only tell this to Tsu-chan...

Tsu-chan cute profile picture displayed in a round frame, its surrounding rippled like a touched water surface as it waited for the other end to pick up. Approximately 15 seconds later, it connected but only darkness displayed. A dark green haired girl with frog like face popped up as soon as a soft click was heard and the light went on. She was wearing a slightly ruffled cute pink baby doll.

"Mana-chan, is something wrong?" she asked on the other end, rubbing her eyes.

I immediately sat up straight. "Ah, sorry to brother you, Tsu-chan. I know you are studying for exam but..." I stopped to take a long exhale.

"What's wrong?" she asked, getting concerned.

"I just..." I then switch my front camera display to my rear, showing Tsu-chan the messy collection that I had laid. "I have a fashion emergency! Help!!" I made a troubled face as I briefly peeked to my rear camera.

"Ribbit. Is it for Sunday, 10 o'clock, Hachiko Statue?"

"What? How---how did you know Tsu-chan?" I switched my video call display to focus on me again.

"Ribbit, Mineta-chan heard your conversation and told the entire class about your date. It became the talk of the day right away."

"Mineta? Is it that the perverted short boy you told me about?! Uggh, he is disgusting..." wait a minute... 

I frowned. Blinking several times. "Wait, did you say 'Date'?"

Tsu-chan nodded softly with a smile.

I could feel color raised to the top of my head at the same speed as I gasped. All senses throughout my body tingling. My heart loudly punched my thorax wall. "Ho--How is that a date?!! He threatened me to come to the movie that I proposed, that I PAY, in that matter, How is that a date?!! It's more like...more like..."

"Mana-chan, do you realize what time is this?"

"What? What time is it? It's--" I glanced at my wall clock and surprised to see it was way past 2 in the morning. I froze instantly. "So--sorry Tsu-chan. Did I wake you up? I did, didn't I? I'm so sorry--"

"Mana-chan, the fact that you're still marvel around what to wear in the middle of the night is proving that this is a date..."

My mouth gaped. Frozen again.

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

I felt like jabbed right in the head with a sword.

"Ribbit. Judging from your reaction I'm correct, aren't I?"

I hid my blushing face. It felt as hot as summer right now.

"Don't worry too much about it, Mana-chan. You know...Bakugou-chan also blushed like you earlier."

E? What?