Chapter Text
After they jumped apart, they retreated—the new song was nothing to dance to—leaving the dancefloor behind.
Which is, of course, when he bumped into shitty Deku.
“Oh, Kacchan! Sorry!” he said quickly, as they had literally bumped into each other.
“Whatever Deku.”
Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with Deku. On any level, in any capacity. And, these days, he actually didn’t mind Deku. Usually, he could have civil conversations with him.
But.
He wasn’t in the mood.
And it was obvious to both of them.
After a moment of stalled, awkward silence, Deku dared to press a little bit.
It was rather brave of him.
“You know, Kacchan, if you wanted to, I think you could ask Uraraka out and she’d say yes,” Deku consulted.
Katsuki glared. “What makes you say that?”
“Um, well, you just looked really… I don’t know—disappointed?—when the song ended. Like there was something on your mind, but like the mood was ruined by the song change,” Deku observed.
Shitty nerd. Always too observant for his own good.
“Yeah, who the hell was behind that anyway?” Katsuki asked, slightly changing the subject. “I don’t know jack shit about Disney, but I know for damn sure that this is a villain song. Who the fuck would make such a stupid-ass change in mood like that?”
When they looked to the dj station, it was clear what had happened.
Jirou was standing with her hands on her hips, a disgruntled expression directed at that stupid purple rat as Kaminari backed her up, shoving the stupid runt out of the dj’s area.
Asshole.
“Hmm. That’s kind of a shame. I thought the mood was perfect, too,” Deku admitted, blushing, drawing Bakugou’s attention back to his old friend.
“Shut your whore mouth Deku, no one asked you,” he snarled.
Then he realized what Deku was wearing.
It shut all other thoughts down entirely.
“Are those… green fucking tights Deku? Are you wearing fucking tights?”
Now Deku was blushing harder. “Um, yes?”
“Are you a Disney princess?”
“No! I’m not!”
“Uh huh, sure.”
“I’m telling the truth Kacchan! I’m not a princess! I’m dressed as—”
“DON’T TELL HIM,” Sero jumped between the two to shout.
Bakugou glared. “Which asshole sent you?”
“Denki,” Sero replied easily. “Says we ought to be on alert, make sure no one gives anything away.”
“Yeah, because I’m sure I couldn’t just google ‘which Disney character wears cringe-worthy green tights, a wild looking green shirt, and a stupid green hat with a feather’ and get an answer,” he griped.
“Then why don’t you?”
They were struck with a moment of tense silence. Like two rhinos looking each other down before they charged. Bakugou looking furious while Sero looked smug.
Eventually, Bakugou made a “tch” sound and looked away, mumbling, “Because I didn’t bring my fucking phone,” under his breath.
“What was that Bakugou, I couldn’t hear you?” Sero taunted.
“GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I BLOW IT UP. IT AIN’T WORTH MUCH AS IT IS, BUT IT’LL BE WORTH EVEN LESS IF YOU DON’T BACK UP,” Bakugou roared.
“Wow Bakugou, you’re so angry,” Sero replied, not in the least bit threatened. “And that was so harsh.”
“Yeah? And what’re you going to do about it? Dressed as…” Bakugou looked Sero up and down. “What the fuck’re you wearing?”
“Colonial armor,” Sero replied smugly. “Why don’t you google what Disney movie that’s from, eh bud?”
If someone hadn’t intervened, Bakugou would’ve blown his head off. But, as it was, a wall of red came in between the tape-hero dressed in shiny armor and the explosive blonde in the bear costume.
A wall of red that turned out to be Shoji.
“Knock it off Bakugou,” he scolded. “It isn’t worth getting sent home.”
“And why the hell’re you so red right now Spiderman?” Bakugou snarled, changing the subject as Sero escaped.
A dire look came over Shoji’s features, refusing to look at Bakugou as he answered.
“Because it was either this, or I was going to have to come as Ursala, and I definitely wasn’t doing that.”
“Ur-who?” Bakugou demanded.
“Ur—”
But Shoji was pushed aside by Aoyama.
And he was clearly in a sailor uniform.
“He cannot divest more information, no? We were instructed to leave dear Bakugou in the dark, were we not?” he said. “A Halloween trick, yes?”
Before Bakugou could get a word in, Aoyama escaped, taking Shoji along with him.
“Hey! What the hell?!” Bakugou yelled.
As he stood there with Deku—who was witness to every encounter, and the only standing survivor—he grumbled.
“I’m going to kill someone.”
Half-smiling, a bit nervously, Deku stepped in. “It’s okay Kacchan, you’ll figure it all out later. I know you will. But, I think I’m going to talk to Kaminari about maybe changing the music up again. Getting back to that good mood we had before.”
Suspiciously, Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “For me?”
Which was how he confirmed:
The nerd had a crush on someone.
Blushing like a bride, he said, “Uh, well, yes, but also… no.”
“Huh, I see how you are. You sneaky bastard,” Katsuki smirked at him as Deku began to sputter and malfunction. “You work on changing that tempo then. I’ll take advantage of it, and, if it turns out bad for you, you can just tell them it was for my sake.”
“Uh, thanks?”
“You’re welcome.”
And, looking confused and flustered, Deku went off to complete his objective.
And Bakugou sauntered off to find his.