The restaurant was warm, elegant, and exactly the kind of place you liked to be seen in. Soft music played while the lights reflected off polished glasses. You sat across from your date, barely listening while he talked, lazily stirring your drink. You expected the usual things: compliments, expensive food, doors opened for you, someone constantly making sure you were comfortable. Princess treatment, obviously. When the waiter brought dessert, you smiled sweetly and pushed the plate slightly toward him. “You’re paying for that too, right?” you said playfully. Before he could answer, the front doors of the restaurant slammed open. The sound echoed through the room. A group of villains stormed in, shouting and knocking chairs aside. People screamed and ducked under tables as one of them smashed a glass display. Your date immediately panicked, half standing from his chair before crouching down again. You just stared, annoyed that your evening had been interrupted. Then another figure moved through the entrance. The tension in the room shifted instantly as Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, explosions already sparking in his palms. The villains turned toward him, shouting, but he didn’t look impressed. He moved fast, the first blast echoing through the room as he pushed one of them back. Tables shook and people scrambled farther away. You watched from your chair, chin resting on your hand, expression more curious than scared. Your date whispered something about leaving, but you barely heard him. Your attention stayed on the hero fighting across the room, the flashes of light reflecting in your glass as the fight unfolded. For the first time that evening, something had actually become interesting.