𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍,

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Bakugo nervously bounced his leg. He was sitting inside a very nice restaurant waiting for you. You both agreed to meet up at the restaurant around six o'clock. Bakugo didn't get nervous easily, but this had him rattled and he had no clue why. You'd say yes, wouldn't you? Of course, you would. You've talked about it before and he knew what you would say. He was still nervous anyway. He fiddled with the box in his pocket as he waited for you.

He pulled at his dress-shirt collar, suddenly finding it uncomfortable. His black blazer and dress slacks were a bit itchy and uncomfortable as well, but he knew how much you liked to see him dress up. He knew it was going to be worth it, but damn couldn't they make these things any more comfortable?

He then saw you walk through the door. When he saw you, his nerves instantly calmed. Your pretty smile and (f/c) outfit that brought out your bright (e/c) eyes. You walked over to him and he fought back a joyful smile. You looked absolutely stunning.

"Hey," You greeted with a smile. "You look really handsome."

"Thanks, I know," Bakugo remarked with a smirk. "But you look better, babe." You laughed and blushed at his compliment. He threw his arm around you and the host walked you to your table. It was just how Bakugo had pictured it: the night city skyline, the romantic atmosphere, the soft music in the background--everything was perfect. Bakugo still had the felt box in his pocket and was just waiting for the right moment to pop the question.

The food was amazing and the service was great! You were having an awesome time; laughing, smiling, kicking Bakugo in the shins underneath the table, etc. Bakugo worked up the nerve and stood up from his seat. He held the velvet box in his hand behind his back, but before he could open his mouth the waiter came back.

"Is everything tasting alright?" He asked, glancing between you and your stood boyfriend.

"Yes, amazing, thank you!" You said with a big smile.

"Yeah," Bakugo grumbled, disappointed the waiter had to come back and ruin the moment. He sat back down, deciding it would be better to ask you later tonight. The waiter nodded with a smile and left. The two of you got back to talking about who knows what. Once your plates were cleared of their food, Bakugo got an idea. He got up and walked over to the small string quartet that was playing. He asked them to play a toned-down version of your favorite song, giving them a few bucks. They did as Bakugo requested and they started to play. He grinned and returned to the table.

"You asked them to play (f/s)?" You asked Bakugo with a sweet smile. He shrugged his shoulders and smirked. You felt your heart swell at such a sweet gesture. He certainly is of the belief that actions speak louder than words. He cleared his throat and held onto the velvet box once again. However, before Bakugo could say what he was going to say, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a small old lady. He had to stop himself from telling her to "fuck off" because he was "in the middle of something."

"Excuse me, young man," The frail wrinkly woman said. "Could I trouble you for a dance?"

"I'm kinda--" You cut Bakugo off with a look. He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. He let the old lady slowly take him to the empty space on the restaurant floor for dancing. Bakugo hated every moment of it. She wore too much of that old lady perfume, and Bakugo desperately wanted to get back to you. However, the admiration in those looks you gave him informed him that he was winning in your book.

When the dance was finally over, so was the song he requested. He sat back down at the table, disappointed once again that his attempt had failed. Time was running out and every time Bakugo tried to ask you it got interrupted. He had one last shot at tonight, and he was not going to blow it. He stood up once again, to try and propose to you once again, only to bump into a waiter. The tray the man was holding came crashing down. Luckily, nothing broke, but Bakugo ended up getting food spilled all over him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The waiter exclaimed, hurrying to clean up the mess. You could feel the rage radiating off of Bakugo, but he didn't snap at the poor man thankfully. You stood up and started to help. The mess was taken care of and you paid the check. When Bakugo got home, he was close to furious. Every time he tried to pop the question it somehow got ruined by some force out of his control. That was just about the thing he hated most; when something bad happened that was out of his control. Not to mention his suit was almost ruined, not that he cared all that much, though.

Bakugo would have to try again, but make it even better the next time! He just had to keep you off the trail in the meantime...

𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿...