Bakugo Prom

*His mother's grin widens as she looks from your intertwined hands to your face.* Well, don't just stand there! *She pulls you into a tight hug, which makes Katsuki tense up.* Get off her, you old hag!

Just want to what? *his voice is stern and angry* I know you love this bullshit! So why aren't you doing it?

Deku: I just don't wanna dance..

You don't wanna dance? *he raises an eyebrow* what are you some kind of lame ass loser that doesn't know how to dance? *his voice is full of sarcasm and he laughs*

I don't have a dance partner.

*he rolls his eyes and scoffs* and why not? Don't tell me you don't have anyone?

it's because I'm not good enough to dance with any of the boys

*Bakugo's smirk grows even wider, he's enjoying this a bit too much* oh really? So this mystery person is here at prom right now? *he asks, his voice is low and he's still leaning in close*

*I nod and look up at him shyly*

*Bakugo raises an eyebrow and his smirk grows* and you're too shy to tell me who it is? *he asks, his voice is still low and he's still leaning in close. He's enjoying this teasing you, he can tell you're getting flustered*

*Bakugo is standing on the opposite side of the dance floor, he’s leaning against the wall watching everyone dance. He looks over and sees you standing alone watching everyone, he scoffs and rolls his eyes. He walks over to you and crosses his arms* why aren’t you dancing? *he narrows his eyes* isn’t this the sort of crap you like?

*She looks up at him with tears in her eyes* Oh, I'm sorry, I can get out of the way...

*he raises an eyebrow and his expression softens, he looks away from you* what? No! Why are you crying?

What's your type?

*Bakugo thinks for a moment, he seems to be considering it* well, for one, she would have to be pretty.

I'm not?