Who're We to Say? - a kiribaku fic

Forest Time

Bakugou pov of view (I hate myself for just typing that)

Princess?! I'm leaving his ass.

"You better not call me princess. Ei, I'm a whole ass queen."
"Ah right I'm sorry, I shall give all of my cuddles to Queen Katsuki!"
"You're a dumbass!" I laugh out.
"Your dumbass."
"Hell fuckin yeah you are."

We fade to quiet the noises of the forest around us. For a while it's just me and Eiji, surrounded by the peaceful spirit of nature. What must've been an hour later he breaks the quiet stillness.

"Hey," he nearly whispers.
"Yeah?" I whisper back,
"You know I love you right?"
"Yes Eiji, I know."
"Well if you know I love you, please try and answer honestly, because I'll only love you. How do you know I'm the right one for you if you've never dated before? Why do you show me a side no one else sees, if I'm so undeserving."
"Well if you're undeserving, which you're not, then the others have no fucking chance. And well I'm not sure if you're right for me, just as I'm not sure how long I'll live, but I'll be damned if I didn't try to be the one for you. I love you too, Eijiro."

He pulls me closer and I rest my head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. Moments later I think up an idea that we can maybe bring to life.

"Can you dance?" (Favorite headcanon: Kiribaku loves dancing and they always show off to their friends but their favorite genre to dance to is electro-swing)
"Yeah I can dance, why?"
"Good, let go of me."
"But you're warm. Like a cat."
"Good to know I'm a human heater, now let go."
"How did you go from loving and comforting to 'get off me' in less than thirty minutes."
"I got an idea and you know how stubborn I am."
"Yeah I do."

He slips his hands from my waist and before he gets the chance to change his mind I stand up. Reaching my hand out, he takes it and I stand him up too. For the first time ever he's being annoyingly clingy as he goes back to hugging me almost immediately after standing.

"Eijiroooo, can you not?"
"No."
"Fine I'll let you stay but you gotta listen. Can you listen?"
"Yes Kat, I can listen."
"So basically I asked if you could dance because I wanted to dance with you but if you'd rather just stand and hug me..." I fade out knowing that should get him.
"Okay, but I get to pick the song."
"Fuck no! I'm already keeping money in your pocket by bringing you here when I wanted to go out."
"If you wanted to go out why not take me there? I already said I'd pay."
"Fine you can pick the song."
"Nice!" He kisses my cheek and steals my phone from my back pocket. "Any preferences?"
"For dancing anything is fine as long as there's a good beat."
" 'Kay!"

I stand for a moment before he puts my phone on a small rock and the music fades in.

He grabs my hands and I like where this is going. Not only can he dance but he likes electro-swing. Total score. We push and pull to the music as though we have no control yet the moves so precise it's clear that there's skill involved. It's a subconscious thing, matching each other's footsteps and sways. I look him back in the eye and smile wondering if he's thinking the same thing as I am.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Depends."
"I'll take that as a yes."

He loosens his grip on my hands spinning me before going to a tight grip and I lift my feet slightly. He slings me under his legs before I stand and he turns going back to our energetic dance date.

"Looks like we were, huh?"
"Looks like it."
"Y'know if U.A. has a dance off we'd probably win."
"Ei, this is why you're the right one for me. You spur on my competitive spirit while simultaneously reigning it in."