I. DARE. YOU. (Bakugo X Y/n)

The dance

It was now nine in the morning. Midnight told me to get ready for the dance. I did. I curled my hair, put the dress on. I stopped in front of the mirror. 

The dress fit my body type. It was perfect. (Imagine your own body type)

I felt like a badass. I grabbed the mask, taking the white string, tucking it beneath my hair. I looked unrecognizable. I smiled to myself. Nobody would notice me. 

"Who are you?" Midnight grabbed my shoulders spinning me as she bowed me. "Gorgeous queen!" 

I hugged her. "You're the genius. Nobody will recognize me." 

"That's the point. Now how about a clone?" In walked a person who looked similar to me. 

"How-" She shushed me. 

"Don't ask darling. Just thank me."

"Thanks?" 

"Mhm. Now they need committee helpers. I promised to help." She put my clone to sleep.

"Alright. I'll be there near 7." 

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I walked straight into the gym to see everyone from UA high. I could notice some of the familiar people because of hair. Everyone's face was hidden behind a mask. And their outfits were either long or short dresses. All so beautiful. Along with suits with ties. But I knew nobody would see me. Walking over to the fruit punch table, I grabbed a cup.

"Hey, so Kirishima, isn't crazy how she just disappeared?" Tetsutetsu was crushing his sixth cup of punch.

"Dude, let it go. I get it, nobody found her." He sipped his drink. "Let's go dance!"

I saw Kaminari blushing while watching Mina, with Jirou. Mina was dancing and rocking out to the music. Jirou was laughing while mumbling the words.

"Kami, you should go ask her to dance." I bumped his side.

"Yeah, but what if she doesn't like me?" He looked at me. His mask sliding off his face. 

I lifted my hand and slid it back on. "You'll never know until you try. Do it and I'll buy you a ten thousand robot machine." I lied but he bought it. 

"Bet. Thanks, mysterious lady!" He waved and went to ask Jirou to dance. Without a hesitation they started dancing. 

I turned bumping straight into Blondie. "Sorry." I mumbled as the red liquid poured against him. 

He moved his fist up to my face. "If I knew who you were under the mask, I'd punch you." He moved then stopped. "Wait, Y/n?" He eyed me for a good measure. I felt sweaty. Did I look sweaty? I sure felt sweaty. Did I already say that? I shook my head. I backed up against the table. He grabbed my wrist pulling me to the dance floor. 

"I am... so sorry..." I say, the dance is a slow dance. 

He twirled me aggressively; people watching. "Oh, shit." I whispered.

Mirko the pro walked in, heels clicking along with Recovery Girl and some other pros. He kept spinning me and dipped me. 

He wasn't dancing like it was a slow dance. I moved my feet as if we were doing the salsa. He immediately picked up with the pace. His expression angry.

The pros looked panicked, while Toshinori walked in scanning the room. I bet they were looking for me.

I turned the corner with Bakugo following. 

He ripped my mask off. "I knew it was you Y/n."