Missing Pieces

Eighteen

Meet me at the cafe I used to work at tonight after five.

It was a strange, cryptic text, one that wasn't Bakugou's type at all. This had to be some sort of kidnapping plan. Bakugou NEVER texted first.

What for?

A date, moron.

Okay. This was definitely Bakugou.
Kirishima texted that he would be there. He was now anxious about leaving work, excited to see what Bakugou wanted.his last hour was spent obsessively cleaning the weights, trying to keep his mind off the excitement he felt.
The pair had been back together for a week and Bakugou was really trying to prove himself as a good boyfriend. The food he cooked always seemed to be extra fancy and he even brought flowers home one night. Kirishima didn't know how to handle how happy this whole thing made him.
The moment closing time came, Kirishima was out the door.
"Careful!" Taishiro warned him as he jolted away from the building.
"Sorry!" He shouted back. "I think I'm going on a date."
"Good luck." The large man shouted after him.
Kirishima reached the cafe at exactly five. He stood in front of the door for a moment, confused.
The entire place was dark. Maybe Kirishima had got it wrong. Maybe it was another Cafe. Had Bakugou worked at any other cafes?
Suddenly, the lights came on, shining behind the closed blinds. The door opened a crack and Bakugou poked his head out, surprised.
"I said after five, shitty hair."
"It is after five."
"It IS five." Bakugou rolled his eyes. "But since your here..." He opened the door all the way.
Kirishima stepped in, letting the blond close the door behind him.
"Is this place closed? Are we allowed in here? What are you wearing?" Kirishima had so many questions, mostly about the green apron and hat Bakugou had on.
"Relax. I asked the owner if I could borrow the place for a few hours for a date."
"And he let you?"
"I worked for Hakamata since high school. Of course he let me. The only catch was that I have to pay for anything we eat and he wasn't going to hire workers, so thats why I'm in this." He gestured at his clothes.
"You're gonna serve me?"
"Just like old times, right?"
"Yeah!"
Bakugou stepped behind the counter, putting on a face that looked bored and eager to start a fight; the same face he wore when Kirishima first wandered into this cafe for the first time.
The redhead grinned, leaning on the counter top. "This was a really cute idea. You look hot in that uniform."
"Obviously." Bakugou started working the coffee machine. "Why do you think I quit? The world couldn't handle it."
"Aren't you narcissistic today."
"Sit down and wait for your coffee."
Kirishima dropped into the closest seat, watching Bakugou work diligently.
The blond finished making the coffee and set the tray down on the table. He sat in the seat across from his boyfriend, setting his chin in his hand.
"Do you remember when you first asked me out?"
"Oh god. It was the most awkward day of my life."
Bakugou's face was tinged with pink. "You came here every day for a week and then on the seventh day you ordered "the usual with a date on the side."
"I only came here to work up the courage to ask you out, and when I finally do, I use that lame line on you." Kirishima laughed. "I was so scared that I payed and ran to the bathroom."
"You gave me a five dollar tip."
"You deserved it."
"Do you remember how you got the date?"
"Uh...not really..." Kirishima took a sip of the coffee in front of him. It was just like he remembered, super sweet and topped with extra whipped cream or whatever the fuck goes in coffee.
"Just think." Bakugou reached across the table, taking Kirishima's hand.
The redhead tried to think.
Bakugou hadn't answered verbally. He had...
"You cave me a muffin on the house and on the bag you wrote..." Kirishima swallowed, eyes drifting to the tray Bakugou had set down. There was a little brown bag folded over whatever was inside.
"I wrote my number on it and that I was free the next day."
Kirishima was barely listening. His hand drifted to the bag, lifting it up curiously.
There were indeed words written on the bag, words that Kirishima never expected to read.
Will you marry me?
"Katsuki..."
"Yeah?"
"You're a gigantic asshole."
"Open the bag."
Kirishima did as he was told. His hands were clumsy from shaking so hard. Instead of a muffin, the bag contained a velvet box, which he opened to reveal a gold ring set with a bright red Ruby.
"Katsuki...please tell me this is real."
"It's real, Ei. I want to get married."
Kirishima felt tears in his eyes. "Me too!"
"That's what I thought you'd say, shitty hair." Bakugou smirked. "By the way...I'm taking your name."
"Why?"
"Katsuki Kirishima? How cool is that. I'll be like a Kardashian or something."
Kirishima laughed. "Okay. Sounds like a plan."