Before you even start the dance, you're pumping yourself up.
The song is playing, and you've just decided you'll dance to the part when it gets to it.
You practiced hard enough, and you had a few injuries but now you were ready.Bakugou's watching you closely.
This song was very interesting to him.
All of the analogies in the song are shocking him the more he listens to it. It's kind of groovy though.
Bakugou's waiting, and as he reaches for his phone the ending hook comes and he's frozen as you kick your leg up and begin to dance.
He watches as you bounce back in forth, your curves moving to the music.He's shocked by the way you move, he's never seen you do anything like that before. But he'd certainly like to see you do it again.
"What was that?" Bakugou smirks. You catch your breath and stand up, smiling.
"The new dance I learned, did you like it?" You question, walking over to him.
"Oh I loved it." Bakugou smirked. You rolled your eyes and sat down on his lap.
"Glad you enjoyed it."
"Could you teach me how to do it?" Bakugou's eyes were speaking for him, you knew exactly what he meant, but before you'd show him the dance privately, you'd worked his ass out and had him learn the dance.
He nailed it-
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Bakugou Imagines
Teen FictionA whole bunch of Bakugou imagines, mainly for my best friend Jazzy you better appreciate this :P