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prom night lights | bakugou, midoriya, & kirishima

it's a prom!au bitcheS

warnings: fluff, cursing

a/n: lets goooo i loved this so much more when i was writing this!!! also my first time,,, writing for two of these characters so idk how well i did, but i tried LMAO

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is already entirely annoyed.

First of all, he found dances to be stupid. Gross sweating people everywhere, too loud music, people terribly dancing, and on top of everything else when he sweated excessively he wasn't "allowed to use his quirk"? So how was this bullshit going to be fun for him?

But he wasn't one to go back on his word either, he had promised Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes that he was going to go after they wouldn't shut the hell up about him not attending. To be honest, the major reason he didn't want to attend was because of y/n. She was going to this dance with someone else, some irrelevant extra from the business class that Bakugou didn't know existed until y/n showed him a picture of him.

"He looks like some fucking douchebag," Bakugou grunts as y/n takes her phone back from his hands, a laugh escaping her lips. It wasn't her typical pretty laugh, it sounded almost hurt and Bakugou sighed rubbing his temples, this stupid girl was going to give him an aneurysm. "But I guess if you think he's fucking decent, whatever."

"You won't be jealous?" Y/n teases as she flops onto his bed, her hair blanketing around her like some halo, and Bakugou just hates the way his heart jumps at the sight.

"You fucking wish I was." Bakugou scoffs, "And don't you dare mess up my fucking bed, dumbass."

The words, however, are too soft, and y/n sees through the demure and pats the bedside next to her, "Don't worry, baka, I'll save a dance for you."

"I never said I fucking wanted to dance with you!"

The laughter that leaves y/n lips makes Bakugou blush the tiniest amount as he sits stiffly on his bed as she continues talking about the extra details of the prom dance and Bakugou soon finds himself regretting not asking her out sooner.

So as Bakugou reaches the auditorium, he sends a quick text message to y/n:

I'm expecting a dance.

Perfect, Bakugou thinks as he repockets his phone it was the perfect amount of flirting and hears the annoying ding of your phone when you get a text message, and he freezes, "Y/n/n?" He barks into the night and is surprised to hear a suppressed sob coming from the opposite wall of stairs he didn't walk by. But Bakugou knows that phone chime and the voice all too well and immediately storms over there, why the hell was y/n crying?

There y/n sits, on the middle stair, mascara running down her cheeks as her magical ballgown is poofed around her. She wipes away at the tears running down her face, effectively ruining the makeup on her face even more. "Why the hell are you crying?" Bakugou asks genuinely confused, not that his tone effectively presented that.

"Oh, you know..." Y/n sniffles as she attempts to smile, but fails miserably, "I got dumped by my date, not that I really li-liked him. It was just so... so em-embarrassing." The words seem weak and altogether embarrassed, but it just pisses off Bakugou to no end.

"You're telling me, that fucking douchebag prick dumped you on prom night? And didn't fucking care that you are here crying like some fat baby?!" Bakugou hisses, the anger multiplying at an extremely insane amount. "Who the fuck does he think–" Bakugou is already storming in towards the building, but is stopped by y/n rising to her feet and pulling on his arm.