Chapter 2

Katsuki lazed alone in his bed completely immersed in the paperback book, an arm tucked behind his head as he scanned over the entangled words.

Just then his bedroom door slammed open, Katsuki jumped, instantly sliding the book under your pillow as Mina and Kirishima strolled in.

"What the hell-!?" Katsuki cursed, ignoring the blush creeping over his face. "-why are you barging into my room like a fucking-!?"

"Is (y/n) is still out?" Mina quickly scanned the room.

"What-?" Katsuki blinked, "-y-yeah she's with-"

"Perfect!" Mina beamed, closing the door pushing Katsuki aside.

"What the hell-!?"

"We have twelve hours to get ready-" Mina sternly replies, a binder with a stack of magazines pressed against her chest. "-first, we need to get the main part figured out."

"Which would be?" Kirishima sighs, plopping on Katsuki bed.

"The restaurant!" Mina exclaimed in a 'duh' tone.

"Oh." Kirishima nods.

"It's gonna be tight-" Mina talks more to herself, dumping the contents on Katsuki's desk. "-a lot of the nicer places are already gonna be booked so we need to-"

"I already got a place." Katsuki crossed his arms over his muscular chest.

"What?" Mina blinked, looking away from her phone. "Where?"

"Gutiokipanja." Katsuki didn't hold back his victorious smirk as the shock spread across Mina's face.

"How-How!?" Mina gasps, "That's the nicest place in town, it's been booked for months!"

"I saved the owner's ass a few weeks back-" Katsuki shrugged, "-he owed me a favor."

"Look at you-!" Mina sings, "-pulling your weight!"

"I always pull my weight!" Katsuki snaps, "I even carry you damn Extra's around-!"

"Yeah-Yeah-" Mina brushes his cocky demeanor off. "-now we need to figure out the gift-"

"I already got it." Katsuki rolls his scarlet eyes.

"How are you beating me to everything!?" Mina was frazzled. "When did you-!?"

"On my run."

"You got her a gift on your run?" Mina held a skeptical glare.

"Yeah." Katsuki smugly grins.

"What is it?"

"None of your business." Katsuki muttered, Mina glanced around the room, spotting the black box with a red bow. She bolted but Katsuki scooped it up.

"Show me-!" Mina hopped, trying to reach the box as he held it out of her reach.

"No-!" Katsuki grunted, "-get off-!"

"Guys." Kirishima sighed, rubbing his temple. Mina huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

"Rude!" She points.

"(y/n) is gonna be back from dinner with All Might soon-" Katsuki says, gesturing to Mina's collection of Valentine's doom preparation. "-get this outta here before she sees it."

"But-"

"I'm sure Bakugo has everything under control." Kirishima tiredly stood, turning to the blond. "Right?"

Katsuki gave a passive nod.

"But she's my best friend-!"

"And she's, my girlfriend." Katsuki retorts, "I know what I'm doing-"

"You didn't even know what you were doing five hours ago-!" Mina abruptly cut herself off as the door opened. Mina and Kirishima stared stargazed as you entered the room, you pull your brows together scanning the faces quizzically.

"What's...going on in here?" You wonder, placing your bag on the floor.

"N-Nothing!" Kirishima hopped off the bed, positioning himself beside Mina, hiding the bundle of Valentine Day magazines.

"Uh-huh." You place a hand on your hip.

"Ju-Just some light homework." Mina nods, clearly her throat avoiding your gaze.

"What homework?" You tilt your head, knowing nothing was assigned.

"Will you look at the time-!" Kirishima nervously laughed, looking at his wrist. "-I-I have to be going!"

"Yeah!" Mina nods, jumping on the opening to escape.

"I just got here?" You questioned as they moved past you.

"Yeah-" Kirishima searches his brain, "-I-I gotta wash my...socks."

Silence rolled over the room.

"Socks?" You repeat.

"Y-Yep." Kirishima's voice squeaked.

"He is joking-!" Mina steps in, pushing the redhead towards the door. "-we-we both do laundry together on Thursday nights, he is in charge of the socks because he will ruin anything else."

"I'm bad at laundry." Kirishima frantically nods as Mina shoves him into the hallway with a quick wave, the two scrabbles out of sight. You blink, turning to Katsuki.

"Kiri doesn't wear a watch?" You point, Katsuki smirks, shaking his head as his hands slide over your body, pulling you into him, he closes the door.

"How was dinner?" Katsuki's attempt to change the subject of your terrible lying friends.