STRINGS // KATSUKI BAKUGO [2]

Chapter 12 // Gone

You managed to keep Bakugo's suspicions down leading up to the mission, and the alibi you came up with was that you were going to visit different therapists to determine which would be the best fit for the two of you.

His only question was why you were going out to do it so late, but you simply said it was because you wanted to spend the day with him. He believed it just enough. It was something you really did need to do, but you'd have to keep pawning it off for now.

You got changed into your outfit, an ankle length, blood red, silky dress with a slit above the right leg and off-the-shoulder sleeves, which was given to you by Star and Stripes, in the communal bathrooms before heading to Luka's room where you assumed the boy was getting ready.

You knocked on his door once, twice, snd thrice before stepping back and waiting, crossing your arms over your chest and tapping your right foot against the ground, which made a clacking noise due to the black heels on your feet.

The door was eventually pulled open to reveal Luka, who stood in a simple black tux with a white undershirt and a red tie to match your dress.

"Ready?" you questioned.

"Yeah," Luka nodded. "I'll put your ear piece in when we're in the car."

The two of you headed out to the lot and got into your car, you in the driver's seat and Luka in the passenger seat.

Luka pulled out the ear pieces the two of you would be using and grabbed the one he adjusted for you before securing it in your ear. He then proceeded to put his in as you started up your car and began to pull out of your parking spot.

"Can you input the directions?" you asked, motioning toward the car's GPS.

Luka simply nodded in response and leaned forward to do so as you pulled out of the lot and onto the main road.

"Hey," Luka began, catching your attention. "I know you trained me to fight, but can you handle that stuff as much as possible. This is my only prom. I'd like it to be as normal as possible."

You understood where he was coming from. This may be a mission, but he was just your way in. He deserved to enjoy his own prom with as little issues as possible.

"As soon as we get in, I'll deal with everything," you assured. "You just go dance and eat and whatever else it is that you American people do at prom."

The rest of the drive was silent with the exception of the radio you turned on halfway through the journey.

The two of you arrived around 6:30, and you managed to snag an empty parking spot near the front doors, which dozens of students were already waiting in front of, so they could get in as soon as the doors opened.

"Remember," Luka began as you turned off your car "just press the small button near the bottom of your ear piece to communicate with me, but do it inconspicuously. Act like you're fixing your hair or adjusting your earring."

"Got it. Don't be suspicious," you replied shortly. "Let's go."

The two of you stepped outside, and you locked your car before shoving your keys in the small handbag you had brought.

As you rounded the car to meet Luka, he held out his left arm, silently beckoning you to take it, which you raised a brow at.

"We should act like dates," he began. "It'll be less suspicious."

"Just keep your hands above the waistline," you stated, grinning when his cheeks flushed and he began to stutter out flustered noises.

"I wasn't gonna!—"