greyscale!bkg makes me weak. thinking about teaching him sentimentality and how it inadvertently softens his approach to having things to care for, even if it’s a dingy keychain from a capsule machine 😭
eeeeee I THINK on a date where he takes you to a super expensive restaurant where you feel so out of place but he treats you so sweetly and kind and he can tell you’re a little uncomfortable especially when you’re unsure of what’s what on this menu and “i didn’t even know meat could do that?” and he doesn’t laugh at you and the conversation flows so smoothly and you’re actually wearing the dress he bought you.
and when he goes to pay for the meal, the receipt on the table, you swipe it off him.
“i’m payin’. leave it.”
and you scoff, “oh i know you’re paying. i can’t afford the tap water here.”
bakugou rolling his eyes, chuckling in the way rich people do.
but, “i’m saving it for my journal.”
that alone has his laugh freezing, his heart expanding.
“what for?”
“i’m going to stick it in to remember today. i’ve shown you my journal.”
and he remembers the big ass book of every scrap of paper or menus or buttons or string or a random word because you liked the font. how you’d stick a photo booth strip of only you and you’ll write a paragraph about your new haircut/hairstyle and how you feel about it.
he wonders if you’ll write about how you’ll feel about tonight.
