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Events like this, he’s always hated. The stupid useless purple and blue lights of the venues, the blinding disco ball, the cheap drinks (now finally alcoholic) and how constraining the dress code is. He had really thought on bailing out despite his friends wishes.
Yeah, after three damn long years he’s giving on not calling those stupid idiots his friends. They would call themselves that and come uninvited to his dorm anyways. Bakugou just gave up trying to push them away at some point; it was just too bothersome. Those idiots were like waves, always coming back no matter how hard the rock hit them. Persistent, as Icyhot would say, among other things.
Ah, Todoroki, when did he become one of his so called friends? When did he become more? Bakugou truly has no idea how they even happened. A gradual change none of them noticed until they found themselves waking up in each other’s beds, pushed roughly against walls without a fight coming at them, merging their friends groups at lunchtime just to sit together. It had begun after they had failed the provisional license exam, that he’s sure of. At the beginning it had only made them clash more against each other, bark more, fight more but slowly and surely it built some sense of trust and respect for each other’s strength that had someone become this.
This meaning Todoroki dragging him to their graduation party. As they cross the gym doors, he can’t help but sigh at how packed it is. Of course, it’s not only their class graduating but also every other third year class. All students are there, slightly supervised by their teachers who are mostly present to ensure no fights break out and enjoy their last minutes watching over this bunch of teenagers.
The third years at Yuuei have decorated the Gamma Gym with the help of Cementoss to turn into a ballroom. It looks amazing, Bakugou has to admit, all their hard work from the last week to put up decorations and every little detail has paid off.
However, and Bakugou would bet his hero license on it, the most beautiful thing of it all is without doubt Todoroki. The boy has always been the handsome, deserving of being called the pretty boy of class A, and up at the stage during the ceremony he had look incredibly handsome. The suit had outlined his body perfectly and the side slicked hair had allowed he’s good-looking face to show. But right now, as he smiled under the annoying blue and purple dance lights Todoroki was looking the most gorgeous Bakugou had seen him ever.
Maybe it was biased, because the way his now disheveled hair falls to frame such a pretty face has been orchestrated by Bakugou’s hands as they ran through the white and red strands minutes before.
Todoroki doesn’t stop smiling at him as he asks, “everything alright, Bakugou?”
“Yeah, I was just admiring how stupidly good-looking you are.”
“You get so corny after sex, it’s cute.”
Bakugou tries to pretend he’s mad at the comment, glad the bad lighting doesn’t give away his blushing cheeks, “the fuck did you just say about me.”
Todoroki only laughs, lacing their fingers together as he leads them to a quieter part of the gym, “I said that you look really nice too.”
He’s quick to bite back, “is that why you couldn’t keep it in your pants for a couple hours more until this shit fest was over?” and it makes his boyfriend chuckle.
They grab couple of glasses on their way to the table and sit next to each other, taking sips as they watch their friends dance. Ashido is extremely good at it, accompanied by Kirishima who isn’t half-bad. The rest possess varying degrees of decent dancing skills, except Deku who apparently hadn’t learned any kind of foot-arm coordination since their first cultural festival at U.A.
The show is slightly amusing, this entire school always is but Bakugou couldn’t be happier that this is his last day in it. Tomorrow, he’ll be out in the world as a professional hero and he’ll be free to fight off any and all villains and start his journey to become number one.
However, what has him thrilled tonight is finally being able to show off his relationship. They had kept it a secret, managing to pass it as them becoming close friends who valued each other’s resolve and strength and if anyone thought they were discussing battle techniques instead of making out in the gym that wasn’t their problem. Now that they were done with school, now that there would be no reprisal, now that they were both of age and could do whatever the fuck they wanted with their own lives.
Right now all Bakugou wanted was to kiss the man next to him, the one who had a hand on his thigh and was smiling like a dumbass at their friends’ dancing.
“I have an idea,” he says and Todoroki turns to give him his full attention, “let’s show these fuckers how to dance, yeah?”
“Are you inviting me to dance, Bakugou?”
“If you’re gonna be all smug about it, then no.”
The asshole has the nerve to chuckle at his words but Bakugou is a nice boyfriend, so he stands up anyways and offers his hand for Todoroki to take. The now pro-heroe does, leaving his glass at their table.
Todoroki asks, mimicking his boyfriend’s voice “shall we dance?”
Bakugou rolls his eyes, “yeah, just,” and moving his arms to wrap around Todoroki’s shoulders as he gets closer says “kiss me first.”
The vulnerability in those words proves to be worth it just for the shine on Todoroki’s eyes as he nods and leans down to press their lips together in what becomes possibly the most scandalous kiss in all of U.A.