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As much as Bakugo hates to admit, he enjoys baking; especially if it’s for you. He’d never tell you that he stayed awake till 12 a.m. yesterday, perfecting the deliciously soft fudge brownies you were munching on today. Need I remind you, this boy’s curfew is 8 in the evening. 8 p.m. Yeah. This boy is so head over heels for you that he’d sacrifice his much needed beauty sleep so that you’d know that he was your valentine.
The weeks that were leading up to Valentine's, Bakugo had found this holiday to be such a silly tradition. Pink cards adorned with red hearts, frilly crimson streamers, cupid-shaped decorations, and even heart-shaped goodies made his stomach churn. But when he overheard you talking to Ochako about how excited you were to have a valentine, you bet your bottom he pulled out his iphone to do some extensive research about the famously celebrated holiday. On his own time, of course. If Kirishima ever found out that the “King of Explosions” was going to participate for Valentines, he’d never hear the end of it. So every day since then, he’d go back home after class and try a few recipes he found online. The first few tries were not at all at the level he wanted. Once he tried the monstrosity that was the attempted chocolate brownies, he’d burn them to flames and never speak of them again. His goal never wavered though and once he found the perfect taste, he was completely satisfied. He felt like such a school kid, something he also didn’t want to believe. He liked the feeling though. The sensation of a million butterflies fluttering in his stomach, spreading to his chest and onto his face was enough to cause his cheeks to blush. This was similar to the feelings he’d get when the day was over and he was resting on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Memories of you invaded his mind, leaving him to dream of you in his arms.
The week before Valentine’s was the worst for Bakugo. One of the nights that he was attempting to perfect the brownies there was a knock on his door. His parents weren’t home so it was almost as if he was obliged to open the door. Once he did, it was probably the worst mistake he had ever made. And Bakugo wasn’t one to make mistakes so easily. Not after he grew up and dedicated his life to being the best. There was something about you that allowed him to break down those walls and just be himself. So when he opened that door without a care, he found himself confronted by the rest of his group members. Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari, and lastly Sero. They were all standing outside his door and immediately began laughing at him.
Here he was, in his apron so as to not get dirty and there they were, stifling their laughter and walking right into his house. The kitchen was a complete mess with batter dripping off the sides of the counter and the dishes all piled up in the sink. Mina watched as Bakugo held one of his serious expressions that was supposed to express anger, but was overcome by pure young love as she referred to it.
“You really like em don’t you?” Mina asked Bakugo.
“Yeah,” Bakugo said going back to working on the pastry. The rest of the group proceeded to talk about how happy they were for him once they knew he was serious about his love for you. They helped him wash and clean up the mess he made and left after a while of catching up about who the rest of the squad’s Valentine’s were.
During school, Mina walked up to you and asked if you could stay after school and meet her near the orange trees. At first you thought it odd, but since Mina was your friend you thought nothing of it. It was finally the end of the day and the valentine you had chosen was nowhere to be found. You received a few lovely cards from some of your girl classmates, but nothing from the person that you felt mattered most.
Once you found the orange trees, you saw a figure standing underneath. The closer you got, the more it looked like someone familiar, someone you were hoping to meet on a day like this. You walked up to find it was Bakugo that was waiting for you. He waited holding a cello-wrapped bag in one of his hands. One hand behind his neck and the other extending it, waiting and wanting for you to accept his metaphorical embodiment of his love. You were beyond surprised, but honestly excited that you received a gift from him after knowing about his aversion to these types of holidays. Now that you knew his true feelings, you set down your gift and took out your own. The look on his face when you reciprocate the sentiment was one of pure joy. He smiled and opened the similar cello-wrapped bag to find homemade goodies that you also spent the entire night baking.
Unbeknownst to you, Bakugo’s friends were all struggling to watch how it went. Bakugo could see them fumbling over each other, but he didn’t care because all he wanted to do at the moment was kiss you. So he reached his hand and caressed your face and asked you with a voice so gentle,
“May I kiss you?”
You nodded and melted together with him upon feeling his lips touch yours. He cupped your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer as he kissed even deeper. You couldn’t help, but smile overwhelmed with joy and nervousness.
“Why are you smiling, silly?”
“Because I’m happy!” you laughed and embraced him. Bakugo’s friends soon started cheering from a distance running up to the two of you. You hid your face in his chest in embarrassment as they ran up. Bakugo rested his chin on your head while holding you tightly. And after that, Bakugo found that the holidays he thought were silly were actually really nice. He’d participate in every single one of them if it meant you’d smile for him again.