BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

TodoDeku | Red

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Suggested by; GalaxyMoon4623
~Enjoy~
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Their prom has been planned out for months now. One of their favorite parts has got to be the matching color-coded fake flowers each couple attending gets; different colors, and different shades of colors as well. They got creative with the flowers; girls would put them behind their ears and guys would tuck them in their suits, while others grew playful and buried them through their hair.

You could tell who's prom date was who's by just looking at their flower's color. It was helpful to most.

Unfortunately, there were a few people with unmatched flowers.
Izuku sat back as he watched the countless smiles of colleagues and classmates... holding on to a sole, sparkly emerald green flower and a broken, small smile.

His prom date, Ochako, had called in last-minute claiming she had a dangerously high fever and was rushed to the hospital. 
Izuku, after having dressed himself up already, decided he would make the most of the already gone-wrong night.

He's happy to be here, but... he feels a little alone.

Until someone sits next to him.
Just by the familiar smelling cologne, his lips stretch into a wide smile.

"Todoroki-kun!" He chirps.
He hugs him tightly and his heart jumps happily at the sound of Shoto chuckling in response. 

"You made it! You look so good!" Izuku claimed as he parted from the hug.
He bowed his head with a soft, beautifully genuine smile. "Thank you... you look great too."
"Are you having fun?"
"You could say so..." he shrugged lightly, "I saw you sitting here all alone, and that kind of cut the fun... where's your date?"
"Ah... she couldn't make it..." he exhales an awkward chuckle, "where's yours?"
"She had to leave early... family emergency." He responded. "But..."

He pulls out a beautiful, sparkly red flower. "She left her flower with me... and told me to give it to someone special," 
"Oh, that's adorable..."
"Yeah..."

He extended his arm out for Izuku and held the flower out for him to take.

"Would you like to... spend the rest of the night together...?" He asked quietly, "we don't have to be considered a date... I, understand if... you're straight,- we can just be considered friends,-"

Izuku's eyes, sparkling under the color-changing lights, flick between the sparkling flower and Shoto. He accepts the flower and handles it as if it's the most delicate thing on earth.

"I'd love to-...!" He gasped.
Shoto's smile turned golden right then and there. 

Now, Izuku gets to enjoy the party... next to Shoto, against Shoto, as they dance and share laughs only tonight would be given and received. 
They're not afraid to be themselves tonight.

Shoto is surprisingly bad at dancing. And Izuku's laughter and giggles towards it doesn't even upset Shoto... he feels playful and decides to play up a bit, tripping over his own feet or even over Izuku's to just send him towards giggle-town, to get him to that state Shoto likes.
Teaching Shoto how to dance along to slow music is sweet, it's a moment neither could ever forget from then on forward. Along with the rest of the night, of course.

At the end of the night is only when they decide for sure... with filled hearts and no suck hesitation, they respond boldly and confidently.

"We didn't go as just friends... but we went as dates."

And they felt good about it... they hope to use the term again sometime soon.

But as the night was over so soon, they found themselves going over their favorite parts of the night.

Unspoken thoughts said; "the sparkles in your eyes, the way you smiled, your presence, your beautiful outfit...

But spoken responses said; "the fact that you can't dance" and "everything about it."

Izuku beamed at the response.

The night might've been over, but their minds, their thoughts soared far, along with their hearts.
Tonight, they realized...

Two friends walked into a ballroom with the word 'friends' plastered on their minds.
But they walked out of a ballroom with the words "more than friends" being shouted by their hearts.

And two sparkly red flowers held by each one, as a memory of the night they weren't afraid to be themselves.

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<Part 1/1>
<Sorry if it was short-!>