Lazy Lad || Murasakibara Atsushi [Rewritten]

04. Prom Night

"Atsu-kun! Will you please go to prom with me?" you asked, flashing him the most adorable pout you'd ever managed in your life. "NOOOOO." His voice was flat and brutally honest. You expected it, knowing how he was, but even so, the blunt rejection left a faint crack on the surface of your heart.

"Come on, Atsu-kun! Everyone's going! Himuro-chin is taking Nezuko-chan too." You insisted. "No. I'd rather stay home and eat snacks while watching TV." He insisted too. "Atsu-kun!!!" You added, your tone sulky. "No." His stubborn ass won't agree so soon. "Pretty please?" Yours won't either. "Still no." He was still being stubborn. "Don't be a grandpa!" You tried taunting him. "At least grandpas get to nap all day." He had an explanation for that as well. 

You kept trying, pleading every five seconds with new angles, new expressions, and dramatic sighs—but Murasakibara remained stone cold and unimpressed. That's when it hit you. Food. How did you not lead with food?

"Atsu-kun!" you said, voice perking up with excitement. "They're going to have soooo many amazing snacks there. And all for free." He didn't say anything, but the subtle twitch in his eyebrow gave you hope. "There'll be salted chips, grilled meat, fish skewers, sushi, sweets, chocolate fountains, ice cream... you name it!" you listed quickly before he could pull away from temptation. By the time you finished, his mouth was practically watering.

"So... you coming?" you asked, eyes locked onto his. He met your gaze. His sleepy purple eyes held yours for a moment longer than expected, long enough to make your breath hitch—before he quickly looked away. "Alright," he muttered. "But I'm not staying long." And with that, he walked off.

"THANK YOU, ATSU-KUN!!" you shouted after him, practically jumping in place. He didn't reply—but you swore you saw his ears go a little pink.

—

You sat in the lounge, eyes flicking to the entrance every few seconds. You were wearing a red lace dress that ended just above your thighs—a bold yet classy choice you'd spent hours picking out. Your 3-inch heels clicked softly against the floor as you shifted nervously, fingers toying with the pearl on your necklace. Nezuko was beside you, equally dressed up and equally excited. But while she radiated calm confidence, you were... a nervous mess.

"I know Himuro would never ditch Nezuko-chan," you thought. "But Atsu-kun... I swear if he bails—" Your inner panic stopped short when the doors swung open. Himuro and Murasakibara walked in, and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. You jolted to your feet, almost falling off your heels if not for Nezuko grabbing your arm.

"They're here!" you squeaked. "Oh my god... Himuro-kun looks so insanely handsome," Nezuko whispered, practically breathless. You, however, were too distracted to even respond. Murasakibara wore a crisp black suit, his tall frame carrying it with lazy elegance. His lavender hair somehow matched perfectly with the sleek formality of the outfit. He looked like a completely different person—and yet, still the same sleepy giant you were hopelessly falling for.

"I'm sorry, girls! We got late because of Atsushi," Himuro said apologetically as they reached you. "What did he do this time?" you asked. "He showed up at my door in jeans and a sweatshirt," Himuro said, exasperated. "I had to drag him back home, force him into proper clothes, and basically babysit him the whole time." You all laughed—well, except for Murasakibara, who simply rolled his eyes and groaned lazily.

"You look really pretty, Nezuko-chan," Himuro said warmly. "Thank you! You look handsome, Himuro-kun," she replied, her cheeks turning pink. You smiled at their sweet exchange—until you remembered your date.  "Atsu-kun," you began sweetly, turning to him, "you look really handsome tonight."

"Whatevaaa," he said lazily, his tone utterly uninterested. You blinked. Wait. No compliment in return? "Atsu-kun!" you said louder, annoyed now. "At least tell me how I look!" He gave you a half-second glance. "You look like all the other girls here. Where's the food?" And with that, he walked off.

Your mouth hung open in shock. You stood frozen in place while he disappeared into the crowd, no doubt already tracking down the snack tables. "It's going to be a long night," you muttered to yourself. Nezuko gave your arm a sympathetic squeeze. Yeah. Long night indeed.