In The Spotlight [Indefinite Hiatus]

Chapter 8

Bakugou's POV
Last night I finally got the balls to ask Shitty Hair to go on a date with me. I wanted to ask him sooner, but every time I tried to, that dumbass didn't get it.

I literally had to talk to fucking Dunce Face to find out what Shitty Hair's favorite food was, so that I could make it for him. I even lit fucking candles to set the mood like Raccoon Eyes said. That's the last time I take any 'romantic advice' from her.

I'm guessing that red-headed idiot thought that it was just a friendly dinner. Yeah fucking right. As if I'd make dinner for some stupid extra.

Anyway, I planned to take him on a hike to a cabin that I bought a few months ago. I hike a lot, so it was a necessary purchase. Don't fucking judge me.

I wish I could take him to normal places like restaurants, but I feel like it'd make him uncomfortable if I rented out a whole damn place just for a date. He doesn't seem like the type of person whose impressed by money anyway. That's what I get for being famous I guess.

I was making myself a sandwich when I felt my phone suddenly vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen.

Message from 'Shitty Hair🥴'

I quickly made the rest of my sandwich and took a bite before unlocking my phone. I went to my messages and clicked on his contact.
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                                Shitty Hair🥴
                    ____________________
S: What exactly should I be wearing?

Something you're comfortable sweating in

S: ...Don't you think it's a little early for that?

NOT LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT
HIKING

S: AH!
S: I'M SORRY!

And bring a change of clothes

S: ...

                                                                                       😑
                                                                                       No.
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I rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my pocket. That idiot really thought that on our first fucking date I'd suggest sex? What kind of person does he take me for?

Then again, it did kind of sound like that's what I was implying... whatever. It's not my fault he has a dirty mind. It's bullshit though since my plans were spoiled. So much for a damn surprise.

I grumpily finished my sandwich and made my way to my bathroom to get ready for the day. I turned on the faucet and let the water heat up as I put some toothpaste on my toothbrush.

Once I was done killing those fucking germs in my mouth, I touched up my hair before going to my closet to pick out my outfit.

I decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and a soft autumn orange sweater with a silver chain and a white beanie to piece the whole outfit together. I also have to wear my dark green coat since it's fucking freezing outside. For pajamas, I grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top.

I put everything in my backpack, along with a few granola bars and bottles of water for the hike, and started to get dressed in the clothes that I had picked out to go hiking in. They were just a pair of pants and a dark blue quarter zip sweatshirt with the coat I was talking about earlier.