Bakugo never expected to have a partner, let alone get married. Yet here he was, feeling sickeningly anxious with sweaty hands and a fidgety leg, but still trying to maintain a nonchalant and stoic front. In a posh Tokyo restaurant with a cityscape view at night, he sat across from his lovely girlfriend of six years, Guest.

"Are you picking something or just staring at the damn menu?" His words came out slightly annoyed, reflecting the nervousness he felt as he tightly held the engagement ring box hidden in his pocket.