Not My Choice | BakuTodu

Two - The Glitter Bomb Disaster

I pulled a blue dress shirt over top of my white tank, and paired it with a pair of black jeans, hoping this would suffice.

I hated non-formal events, because that meant I had to dress casual, and I certainly did not have the best fashion sense; plus I was rather awkward when it came to costume parties.

Not that this dinner was casual, seeing as Midoryia sent out neon coloured invites to dinner and a roller skating disco in 70's style clothing. The invite was a literal glitter bomb that exploded on top of my futon.

I quickly discarded my invite and pretended that I hadn't seen it, seeing as all of class 1-A already knew what time to meet at the diner. I silently prayed that no-one else was going to dress up for it, because the only thing more awkward than showing up in a costume, is when you're the only one who didn't.
I just physically couldn't bring myself to dress like a fool though.

I grabbed my duffel bag that contained all my clothes and toiletries for the weekend, as I had planned to get a cab from the rink. I would just need to find somewhere to place my things while we all ate and socialised.

Exiting my room, I was surprised to see Bakugou, leaning against the opposite wall, a couple metres down from my door. He was scrolling through something on his phone, with a more than bored expression plastered on his face.

I took in his appearance from where I stood, and immediately felt my heart-rate speed up.

He wore black denim shorts with a brown leather belt, a white tee that perfectly hugged his toned physique, and a black and white pattern button up dress-shirt over top, which gave him a tidy but badass kind of look. His hair was neat and fluffy, just like it normally was, and it looked great.

I couldn't help but think how attractive Bakugou was in that moment, as I felt a slight heat creep into my cheeks.

Remembering that the blond was only a few large strides away from me, and he definitely knew I was standing there watching him; I quickly used my quirk to regulate my body temperature and prayed it was enough to return my cheeks to their natural colour.

Pushing my thoughts aside, I tried to steady my tone, "Oh, hi." I greeted, walking down to where he was. He gave a slight nod of his head as response, then just as I made it to him, he pushed himself away from the wall and began walking towards the elevator. I figured he must have been waiting for me, although I couldn't make out why, but I chose to follow him anyway.

Once inside the elevator, Bakugou leant against the back wall, still scrolling through something on his phone. I felt a little uncomfortable with the silence that had formed, so I thought I'd try to make conversation.

"You excited for tonight?" I asked, but truthfully, I already knew the answer.

The scoff that came from Bakugou was loud and indigent, "I can think of a thousand other things I'd rather do than go to this stupid party."

"Then why come?"  I asked, curiously, turning to face him.

Bakugou looked up from his phone for all of a second before he went back to whatever he was doing, "Nerd-face would never let me hear the end of it if I was the only one of us who chose not to go." He explained, sounding very displeased, "But just to be clear. . . I'm only going for the food."

I could have sworn that I saw Bakugou look me up and down out the corner of his eye, which immediately made me regret my choice of clothing. Did I look okay? Was he judging me right now?

I shrugged it off, knowing that I'd drive myself insane if I worried about something like my attire all night.
I was at least glad to see that Bakugou hadn't dressed up in a costume either.