Frequency

Pancakes

After your first unofficial date with Bakugo, the two of you had gone from strangers in the night, to long lost friends in roughly two and a half months. You texted one another your whereabouts when you were headed to home or work, and even on occasion spoke on the phone. Instead of Kirishima picking up the candy on his usual Friday runs, he would send Bakugo. That's when things really started to pick up.

"Hey, hero."

"Hey, punk. How's the day been?"

"Not too busy thankfully cause I'm not feeling too hot and want to go home. What about at the agency?"

"The usual. Dumb villain wannabes ruining my paperwork and patrol. Except for today, I got a visit from Mid- uhm Deku and Todoroki. Something about a friend is throwing a party soon." He was fidgeting with something in his hand.

You tried not to look too hard at it, but you couldn't help it. He's not one to show off anything that isn't confidence. So you went ahead and asked.

"Oh really? And what might that be in your hand?" You were quicker than him for once and snatched the card out his hand. It was an invitation to an anniversary dinner for the pro heroes Deku and Shoto.

"Turns out these nerds have been working together for almost a year now and wanted to celebrate with the people that helped them along the way."

"That's kinda cute. Are you gonna go? Or be a party pooper and not show up? Cause that's some shit you would do." And you were right. He wasn't the one to go out partying so much, but you heard from Kirishima that he does like dressing up to 'stunt on some hoes'. With a grin, he shook his head and responded.

"Dollface, the only way I'll go is if you come with me. As my plus one. That's what the card is actually for dumbass. It's to RSVP and since it's a really fancy thing, I wanted to ask you in person. So what do you say? Will you be my plus one?"

You couldn't help but smile big. You guys had been hanging out, but this was different. This wasn't lunch with Kirishima or random outings. This wasn't just a casual hangout. This was a glimpse into his hero life, a glimpse into his past, and a chance to meet the people he's been friends with for years now. This was getting personal.

"No."

"Okay, cool. We ca- wait? No?"

"No." He was speechless.

"The only way I'd go with you is if I get to pick what color we're wearing."

"You're a fuckin' punk, ya know that." But of course, his smile gave away his lack of anger. "But fine. You get to pick the color. But I get to pick the fits."

"What! That's not fair. What if I don't like the dress you pick? What if it doesn't fit? What if-""What if you shut the fuck up and lemme finish? We can choose each other's fits. I'm off on Tuesday, think you could spare a day?"