"Allow me to swear myself to your side for as long as you may live. Until death, I am wholly and completely yours."
A guard of the royal Midoriya family, Katuski Bakugo is relentless and fierce. When the bratty Prince Izuku Midoriya approaches him...
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Shortly after the toast, the revelry around us resumes, people dancing in time with the music of a small group of musicians positioned near the pulpit.
I extend a hand to Deku. "Care to dance?"
He bites his lip, and I see nervousness beneath his veil of grandeur.
"No one here is going to care if you're seen dancing with me," I reassure him softly.
He nods and takes my hand. The musicians are playing an exuberant, jaunty melody, and all around us, people dance a lively jig.
"Uh- Kacchan, I don't know how to dance like this–"
I stare at him incredulously. "But I've seen you dance at balls plenty of times."
"Yes, that's formal ballroom dancing," he hisses. "This is peasants clomping off-beat to music."
"Then please, allow me to teach you how to clomp like a true peasant," I say sarcastically. Before he can protest any further, I loop my hand through his and begin a spin as the bagpipes and fiddles speed their tune.
Deku's eyes widen as he trips to keep up with my footsteps.
"Don't watch your feet, just watch me," I instruct him.
Reluctantly, he obeys, and we jig around each other. Some of the other dancers have stepped back to watch the scene unfold. We are in the center of the room, and surrounding us, everyone begins clapping their hands in beat with the tune, edging us on quicker.
I begin to feel a little lightheaded and giddy as we dance in four-four time, the music escalating and the world blurring around us until I am only focused on the synchronisation of our rapid footsteps.
We switch partners, being tossed upon two other dancers, as the clap of hands increases.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Deku is laughing as his new partner releases him and he swings back to me, catching my arm and resuming our canter.
As the music accelerates with a crescendo, we spin faster, faster, faster. On the final triumphant chord, we finish, chest to chest, as the crowd around us erupts into scattered applause.
Deku's hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, his eyes shining, his breathing coming rapidly. "That was..." he doesn't finish, but the exhilaration in his expression says it all.
Magic. Passion. Intensity.
Poison. Cruelty. Danger.
We are destructive.
If I am fire, then he is gunpowder.
Alone, we are nothing.
But together, we explode.
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