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Katsuki BakugoXReader: Prom

(Here's a drawing I made of the dance hall)

      

She thought he was the one. There could be no one better than Katsuki Bakugo. He told her she was the only one who could calm his storm and that she always made him debate his worth and want to be a better person. Whenever he said stuff like that, it really meant something to her because no one ever thought he could be sweet and vulnerable. Everyone knew him as an arrogant asshole who only looked out for himself, but that all changed when (Y/n) came into his life. She was the proof that he cared and was capable of loving. He made her feel special and he made her feel like she mattered. He would talk to her everyday and listen to her. He was there telling her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He admired her art that she never showed anyone. She shared her dreams with him, and he was there to listen. Her dream was to leave her mark on the world in the form of art.

One night he took her to fulfill her dream which was to leave her mark on the world. She always dreamed of leaving a mural somewhere for everyone to see. Under the cloak of darkness on a cool spring night, he took her out to an abandoned brick building by the side of the highway. There he had laid out countless canisters of spray paint to choose from. She glanced up at him, a wide smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. He looked back down at her with his own smile and then nodded towards the building's wall. With the light from the spotlight he had brought out, she got to work painting under the stars while he watched from afar, admiring her passion and creativity. When she finished, they stood side by side, his arm around her shoulders and admired the mural. Two hands reaching towards one another, a play on The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo. The left hand representing Adam was slender and feminine with a scar running from the thumb joint to the wrist and a silver ring with swirling embellishments adorned the pointer finger. The right hand representing God was larger, bonier, and had a black onyx band on its thumb. It was a perfect immortalization of their love. Two hands, their hands, outstretched to each other, yearning to feel the other's touch and about to spark love once they meet. Their hands were displayed for all to see by the side of the highway.

The next day when she drove down that highway, she saw the painting in the light of day and smiled to herself. It was more than just a painting; it was proof of their love. He had snuck her out to fulfill her dream and she used it to commemorate their love for one another. It reminded her of the time they spent together and how much they meant to each other. But when she drives by it now, a month later, she refuses to acknowledge it. To her, it's a night she wishes she could forget. It was foolish of her to think their love would last as long as the painting. 

A couple days after she had painted the mural with him, (Y/n) lay in her bed. It resided in the corner furthest away from her bedroom door. She had her dressers and desk lined up against one wall and shelves for her books on the other. Bright fairy lights were hung outlining her ceiling. Her walls were adorned with her artwork and her floors were covered in dirty laundry and other trinkets. "Scientists have actually discovered that more clutter correlates to higher creativity." she'd often say about the state of her room. She was scrolling through social media when she saw a picture of her friend Mina Ashido. It was a picture of her in a long formal gown with jewels adorning the chest piece. "Sneak peak of my prom outfit" read the caption.