Upon the end of his shift, Bakugo quickly left his part-time job, giving a nod to his manager on his way out, and half-hearted "g' bye" to the cashier manning the front. He had gotten used to this routine of daily life. Work at the cafe wasn't that bad. He typically stayed in the kitchen, making soup to order, or chopping for the ingredients for a certain sandwich.

He hated waiting on customers though. Most threw a fuss over the most irrational of things. His coworkers had gotten used to Bakugo swearing about a buyer with an overly complicated order, or someone who demanded to see the manager as soon as something wasn't going their way.

     "The customer is always right"

     Bakugo hated that phrase with a burning passion. Bullsh*t. The customer is almost always wrong. Whoever put those words together in a sentence and kept using it, was an idiot.

Walking along the pavement, his thoughts wandered. His phone buzzed.

     ..What the heck is it now, he thought, bringing out his phone. It was a call from the hag. Great. Accepting the call, he braced himself for the new onslaught of yells from his mother.

     "Katsuki, you better be coming home this weekend for dinner!" she warned.

     Agh..this bullshit again? He inwardly groaned but knew there was simply no way around it.

     "Yeah yeah, I know! Shut up about it!"

     "Inko is coming, and so is Izuku, so you better behave yourself!" with a muttered "f*ck this" he responded, truly irritated now.

     "I KNOW! I WILL. GOODBYE." and let the call finish without a pause, he thought about why the one who spawned him was so insistent on this dinner. Usually, they did something casual, every few months or so. Never a big deal to fuss about, or remind often.

     Even the stupid Deku and his mom were coming.

     Maybe she's lonely.

     After all, it had only been two months since his father passed. Bakugo visited the cemetery often, bringing stolen flowers, and talking. As much as one can converse with a gravestone, at least. During the moments where Bakugo simply had no more to say to the granite stone, his thoughts often wandered to how he must have appeared crazy to the normal passerby.

As his shoes made soft thuds on the sidewalk, he neared the small flower shop where he took the flowers from. They always had a display outside, where you were obviously meant to take an arrangement inside, and pay for it. An easy way of doing it, really.

     But was that the Bakugo way?

     No.

     Plucking an outlier white rose from one of the arrangements, he starting to walk away again.

"Hey! Did you pay for that?" a man with suspiciously shark-looking teeth asked.

Bakugo looked him over. Bright red hair shaped into spikes and a scar over his left eye, the man carrying a potted jasmine plant in his right arm, shifting it so it wouldn't fall.

Which then led his eyes to see the apron he was donning, had the flower shop name and logo on it.

     Full Bloom

The man seemed to get his answer from the way Bakugo took a second to respond.

     "Ah c' mon bro. I see you coming every 2 weeks or something. You only take one single flower every time." He sets down the potted flowers, switching it out for an arrangement of daisies, ferns, and yellow dahlias, fiddling with the arrangement a little.

     Oh fuck. He caught me. Bakugo shifted a little, somewhat prepared for confrontation.

(AN// who are we kidding he's always ready for confrontation)

The man continued, "You know, I would just take you in and make you pay, but the value of the flowers you've stolen isn't a lot. Not even 20 dollars I'd bet."

     "Your point?" Bakugo growled, very ready to do whatever to get him out of this situation.

The red-head man rose and sighed a little sigh.

     "Alright then. This girl better be pretty enough to warrant flower theft though, I'm warning you."

what.

     "Wait--what?"

      "Names Kirishima. Thank me by the way." he brushed his hands on his apron.

     "THANK YOU FOR WHAT SH*TTY HAIR"

He side-eyed me weirdly.

     "My names Kirishima! Thank me because we're going to give your girl, might I remind you, free flowers? Lead the way!"

Bakugo instinctively kept walking for the graveyard, his long strides making Kirishima rush a little bit to keep up.

     "Yeah, well, your hair is still shitty," Bakugo said indifferently.

     "I thought it was a great choice." the other muttered, looking away. "Anyways. You should hold these now." he decided, giving the arrangement of flowers to Bakugo.

Bakugo scoffed as he took the flowers, though begrudgingly. A silence fell over the two as Kirishima had to think of things to say that wouldn't be awkward, and Bakugo didn't wish to talk at all. He knew he was forgetting something in this mess. They walked for a while, subtle thuds on the pavement. Kirishima noticed that he didn't know where he was at this point. He never really ventured about on this street. Bakugo's thoughts still thinking about how something was odd.

     "...so where are we going exactly?"

Oh. Right. How to break it to this person we're on our way to a graveyard.

---𝓮𝓷𝓭