Today, Kacchan slept in quite a bit. Without Ashido to get him up, he just clung to his nice warm bed…that is, until his phone stirred him about:

"Hello?"

"Bakugo, what's up?" said Kirishima.

Kacchan groaned. "Kirishima, I'm still sleepin'. Why are ya callin' me?"

"At this hour? The day's already passin' by! Don't ya wanna hang out?"

Kacchan sighed. "All right…I'll hang out with ya, but only because you're my best friend and because I really love Ashido."

"Great! Meet me at Osmium Coffee Bar!"

"Right."

After breakfast, Kacchan got dressed and headed over to the Osmium Coffee Bar, located on W Belmont Ave, a few ways south of Wrigley Field. Part of the Dark Matter Coffee brand, it was a cozy little place decorated with some fantasy-themed paintings depicting pipes, plus the venue's name above the bar. Kacchan and Kirishima walked up to the counter.

"Hi, what can I get for ya?" asked the woman at the counter, a short woman of indeterminate ethnicity.

"I'll have a medium coffee, black," said Kacchan

"Same as him, but I'll have a chocolate cupcake as well," said Kirishima.

"Will that be all?"

Kacchan and Kirishima responded affirmatively, and Kacchan paid for the whole thing. They then waited for a bit for their stuff.

"Bakugo, you didn't have to pay for us!"

Kacchan smiled. "No, but I'm in a really good mood today…barrin' the fact that ya didn't lemme sleep in."

Kirishima patted Kacchan on the shoulder. "Well, I wasn't gonna let my brother sleep and miss the rest of the day!"

Kacchan shrugged. "Know somethin'? You're right. I can't sleep the whole day away, not when I could hang out with my best friend or my sexy girlfriend!"

"Wow, Ashido really made ya do a complete 180!"

"I know, right? Before I met her, life used to suck, but ever since I've been goin' out with her, life doesn't suck that much!"

"I mean, ya don't have to have a girlfriend to make life not suck, but I'm glad she's havin' such a positive influence on ya!"

"Good point, Kirishima."

The bariste handed Kacchan and Kirishima their stuff, and they went to sit down at a table to one side of the room, not too far from the door.

"So, got any plans for today besides visitin' Ashido?" asked Kirishima.

Kacchan shrugged. "Not really. I figured I'd go to Grant Park and enjoy the scenery." He took a sip of his coffee.

"Wow, you've never been one to enjoy the scenery! I hope ya have a relaxin' time!"

Kacchan nodded. "Believe me, I will."

After enjoying his coffee with Kirishima, Kacchan did as he said he would and went to Grant Park. More specifically, he went to Buckingham Fountain, where he sat down on a bench and chilled. Aside from watching water spew forth from the fountain, he also let his eyes wander and observe the various goings-on in the park. In doing so, he saw an old man walking a dog, a young couple holding hands and a young man jogging, among other things. He smiled when he saw these things, mainly because it reminded him that he deserved to be as happy as these people. Because of this, he also ended up thinking back on how happy Ashido had made him. At first, he couldn't believe that he'd initially rejected her love, but then he pushed these thoughts aside as he thought about how much he looked forward to spending more time with her. Pretty soon, he became oblivious to anything else, and soon after that, everything seemed to be tinted pink. The only thing that snapped him out of his pink-themed trance was a notification from his phone, so he pulled it out and found that he'd gotten a text from Ashido:

"Good morning, handsome! 😻😻😻 How's it going?"

Kacchan texted back. "Looking up today. You?"

"Oh, just peachy! 🍑🍑🍑 Wanna come over after lunch?"

"Sure. What time?"

"Any time you want, honey! 🌸🌸🌸🌸"

"Got it. See ya after lunch."

"See you! 😽😽😽😽"

Kacchan smiled, knowing that he was going to get another opportunity to see his beloved Ashido.

After fixing himself some lunch, Kacchan decided to watch another couple of episodes of Death Raiders In the Year 3000 before going over to Ashido's house.

"KACCHAN!"

Ashido gave Kacchan another big hug and kiss, which he gladly returned. Even if he was well past the time where he passed out from her touch, he still greatly enjoyed feeling her.

"Come on in, honey!"

Kacchan did as he was told. As he did, he felt something rub up against his leg, and he looked down to see Peachy nuzzling him. She meowed when she made eye contact with him.

"Don't be shy!" said Ashido. "Go ahead and pet her!"

Kacchan bent over and proceeded to pet Peachy for a bit. She purred when he did so.

"Awww, she likes you!" said Ashido.

Kacchan smiled. "Yeah, this is pretty relaxin'."

"So, anything in particular you wanna do?"

Kacchan shrugged. "Nah, I'm cool with whatever you wanna do."

"OK!"

Ashido led Kacchan over to the couch, where she put on Netflix and put on Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir. Almost immediately, Kacchan became absorbed into the show, much as he would with one of his cheesy exploitation movies. In fact, he liked it even better than Pink Princess Pony Time. After two episodes, Ashido paused the show.

"Ashido, outta all the shows you've introduced me to so far, that one's gotta be my favorite."

"Really? Any particular reason?"

Kacchan shrugged. "If I had to pick a reason, I'd say it's because the plot is very good, even if it's pretty fuckin' weird. That, and I think Marinette is cute."

Ashido clasped her hands together and held them to the side of her head. "Awww, how adorable!"

"Havin' said that, I gotta ask one thing…"

"Yes?"

"Why the fuck is Marinette so obsessed with Adrien? He seems like the wrong guy for her."

Ashido nodded. "I agree, the Adrienette pairing is so overrated, but wait until you get to Season 2! That's when Kagami and Luka come in!"

"I'm already excited. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta take a piss."

"OK!"

Kacchan went to the bathroom and did his business, after which he returned to the couch.

"Hey, mind if we watch some more of that show?"

"Sure!"

Ashido put on some more Miraculous. Midway through the "Copycat" episode, she paused the show.

"What's up?" asked Kacchan.

"Sorry, I gotta go to the bathroom!"

Ashido headed off to the bathroom, while Kacchan decided to ruminate on the episodes he'd seen thus far. However, his train of thought was interrupted when…

"KACCHAN! GET OVER HERE!"

Kacchan bolted up from the couch and followed where he thought Ashido's voice came from.

"All right, what the crap did I do this time!?"

"Kacchan, did you leave the toilet seat up!?"

Ashido gestured to the toilet, and sure enough, the seat was up, which confused him:

"Mind telling me what the big fuckin' deal is, Ashido?"

Ashido put her fists on her hips. "Didn't your mother never tell you that it's impolite to leave the toilet seat up?"

"'IMPOLITE!?' JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST! I PUT A LOTTA TIME AND HARD WORK INTO THIS FUCKIN' RELATIONSHIP, AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA COMPLAIN ABOUT THE FUCKIN' TOILET SEAT BEIN' UP!? THE FUCK KINDA WORLD IS THIS!? YA KNOW, I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH PEOPLE AND THEIR FUCKIN' SHIT-ASS RULES, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN UP YOURS, BITCH!"

Ashido let out a loud gasp of shock, and her eyes widened when she heard what Kacchan called her.

"Oh, you did NOT just say that!"

Kacchan dropped his jaw. "Wha…?"

"And here I was, fooled into thinking your attitude had improved!"

Kacchan sweated and slowly backed away. "Ashido, wait…!"

Before Kacchan knew it, Ashido had literally thrown him out of her house and out onto the sidewalk.

"If you can't behave like a gentleman, then you don't deserve to have me at all!"

Kacchan clasped his hands together. "No, Ashido, I can explain…!"

Ashido shook her fist at Kacchan. "I've had enough of your explanations, Bakugo! We're FINISHED!"

"But Ashido, I love you!"

"BOO-FUCKEN-HOO!"

Ashido slammed the door, while Kacchan curled up into the fetal position and cried.

Kacchan had just barely managed to pull enough of himself together to get home, where he not only cried some more, but even took every beer he had in his fridge and attempted to get himself drunk. Unfortunately, he had a very high tolerance for alcohol, so it took him at least three six-packs to feel any sort of buzz. When even that wasn't enough, he pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker from his fridge that he'd been saving for a special occasion and proceeded to down the entire thing. That did the trick, and after puking his guts out, he fell to the floor with a sickening thud, lamenting how he'd blown the only meaningful romantic relationship that he'd ever had.

Criticism is gold. Negativity and nitpicking are pyrite.