𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎 ➬ k.bakugou

four

[ i hope you guys remembered Y/N's choreo from the Cell Block Tango I'll probably be referencing it a lot ]

"Again!" you shouted angrily as Bakugou accidentally dropped you on the floor for the millionth time. He just couldn't get this spin around moment as you wrapped your red scarf around his neck and dipped you. You reached your arm upward as a way of asking to him help you up. Katsuki scoffed "Fuck off." almost laughing at the notion that he'd willingly help you up. 

"Asshole," you muttered under your breath. It had been a few days after Katsuki agreed to be your dance partner, and of course, you would not let him forget it. "You know most dance partners assist their partner in dance..." you bitched as pushed yourself upward off the floor and stabilised yourself. Bakugou scowled "Most partners actually want to be dancing" he bitched right back at you, imitating your tone.  

"Hey, you were the one who agreed to dance in the end because you couldn't resist," you swished your hips slightly and motioned to yourself overdramatically "all this." Bakugou rolled his eyes, your self-righteousness started feeling a lot like he was talking to Aoyama.

You and Bakugou had been taking extra time before the advanced classes for the past few days to help teach and catch him up on the moves of the dance. So far Bakugou could barely get past your introduction dance without him dropping you every time you dipped. Sometimes, it wasn't always unintentional.  As you instructed and practised with him, a few of the students from the class started arriving early with their partners for the practice that was to start soon. Whatever moves you and Bakugou were performing he instantly dropped you "What the-!!" you hit the ground with a loud thump.

Bakugou instantly started acting casual whilst you coughed, wheezed and hacked all over the floor at the suddenness of all the wind being knocked out of you.  As you, quite literally, grabbed onto Katsuki's pant leg to pull yourself up and readjust yourself. "You do realise that it's fine to be found dancing in a dance studio, Bakugou," you stated condescendingly, sounding out every letter of every word you said as if you had to treat him like a child. "It's weird when you're not dancing and instead pretending that you had been doing something more 'casual' and 'cool' in a dance studio."

"Fuck off." he hissed, voice dripping with malice. He wasn't some stupid kid, and he sure as hell didn't have to be treated like one.

In his peripherals, he saw other male dance partners get into position and start practising the erotic dance without hesitation or embarrassment. There were several partners with the females having their chests flushed against their male counterparts and there was no acknowledgment of the suggestive poses they were holding each other in. He started doubting himself slightly but quickly shook off that feeling. He couldn't let you get the better of him and roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you into the same arrangement.

A light pink dusted itself across your cheeks as Bakugou swiftly and roughly pulled you into such an imposing position. You attempted to back away in mere reaction and not of actual unwillingness but Bakugou's large hands had such an iron grip on your delicate ones. You looked up at him to find a familiar scowl that intimidates. You shook off the bashfulness and pulled yourself into the dance with the same amount of force Bakugou had.