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This was so stupid.
They were in high school, for fuck’s sake. They didn’t need a theme, they didn’t need grownups, they didn’t need rules for the party.
But no.
Aizawa just HAD to find out about their party. And, OF COURSE, that little purple rat was planning something unsavory because he was a stupid piece of gutter waste. Which meant that Eraserhead HAD to step in.
Their party was no longer a private affair.
That’s what he was getting at.
It was now a school-sponsored event.
Which meant:
Rules.
Stupid fucking rules.
As soon as Aizawa found out, it meant one thing:
Neutering their party.
He stood at the front of the classroom, wrote on the board with chalk, and revealed the lettering to everyone.
“Disney?” Shitty-hair asked, tone confused.
“Yes,” Aizawa affirmed. “This will be a Disney-themed Halloween party. You’ll still get to dress up, but it has to be Disney themed and—most importantly—Disney appropriate. If it wouldn’t fit into a Disney movie, then there’s no place for it at this party.”
Fuck.
There went his whole costume.
It was way too freaky for a Disney movie.
Unless…
“And I’m talking about the majority of Disney movies. Not something that would fly in The Black Cauldron. That’s an outlier, and it’s cheating,” Aizawa clarified, as if reading Bakugou’s mind.
Damn.
After that ball-busting revelation, of course—of FUCKING course—the girls threw their heads together.
And they came up with an even stupider plan.
“We should all choose Disney movies out of a hat,” Momo suggested, face serious, tone matching. “You pick a Disney movie from the hat, and you can choose to be any character from that Disney movie.”
“Okay, but, don’t you think that’s a little unfair?” Kaminari asked. “I mean, what if you get The Lion King, and I get Song of the South? Or The Brave Little Toaster or something?”
“Yeah, or The Black Cauldron? Then what?” Kirishima added.
At first, that seemed to work. Everyone went thoughtfully quiet and Katsuki tried to contain a scoff of victory.
Until Ochaco Uraraka spoke up.
Damn round cheeks.
“We could vote on which movies we want to pull from. And, if there isn’t enough, then two people can dress up like characters from that movie.”
Shit.
Everyone agreed. Almost immediately.
Couple’s costumes?
The idea was exciting for the girls, and a good opportunity for shitheads like Denki and Grape-rat.
Of course, it wasn’t required that the two who drew from the same movie cooperate.
But…
Of course, they’d get tons of shit if they didn’t coordinate costumes.
Fuck.
He was so screwed.
Or so he thought.
Bakugou got lucky when he drew. Super, super lucky. Instead of being paired with that grape freak, or someone almost as shitty, he got paired with Kirishima.
It almost brought him some relief.
Almost.
Until Todoroki drew.
And got paired with Uraraka.
And their pairing?
It was one of those damn princess movies. One where the guy and the girl get together. Where the dude sweeps her off her feet.
Fuck.
He didn’t like that.
Not at all.
At the end of class, Todoroki approached him, and Bakugou did his best not to blow his smug face off.
Only, he wasn’t smug.
“Bakugou, if you’d like, I wouldn’t mind trading you,” he said, shocking Bakugou to the core.
It took him only a moment to recover from his surprise.
Eyes slanted, glaring like a laser beam, he snarled, “And why the hell would I want to switch? You think there’s something wrong with Kirishima?”
“Aw, Bakubro, that’s so nice.”
“Shut the hell up Shima, no one asked you,” he roared.
“Actually,” Todoroki interjected, calm as ever. “I just figured you’d want to be paired with Uraraka.”
A hush fell over the classroom, waiting for a reaction. Waiting to see if Bakugou would take the trade or not.
But, of course, Todoroki had no tact.
It was the wrong thing to say.
Standing, Bakugou leaned into Todoroki’s face. “Why the fuck do you think I’d want that? Huh? You just assuming shit about me? You know something that I don’t freezer burn?”
For once, the stoic young man seemed a little shocked. Maybe it was because Bakugou had reacted with such vehemence. Or maybe it was because he looked ready to bite Todoroki. Regardless, Todoroki didn’t say anything. Didn’t have time before Bakugou was brushing past him, sauntering out of the room.
As he left, he could also hear someone say, “Well, you’re not allowed to trade with people anyway. That’s part of the rules.”
Not that Bakugou cared.
Fucking nosey bastards. All of them.
They really ought to lay off the whole him-and-Uraraka thing.
It grated his nerves.
Especially since they were already together.
People just… didn’t know about it yet.
Uraraka had told him several times that things would get better if they knew. That they’d be more willing to leave them alone if they knew the duo were already dating. But Bakugou disagreed. Completely and totally disagreed.
Because Bakugou knew:
His classamtes?
They were nosey bastards.
“Hey, Bakugou, wait up! We gotta talk about our costumes!”
Katsuki scoffed. “Whatever. Get your ass over here then.”
Though he’d said it like he intended to keep his current pace, he didn’t. Bakugou slowed down so his friend could catch up with him.
“Hey, y’know, you didn’t have to be so brutal back there,” Kirishima didn’t hesitate to say.
Moron didn’t know fear, it seemed. He was always throwing his opinions at Bakugou, even if they were stupid and wrong.
Honestly, it was something Bakugou admired about him.
But he’d never tell him that.
Instead, he said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Listen, you got this stupid movie? I’ve never seen it.”
Taken aback, Kirishima’s eyes went wide and he leaned a little away from Bakugou.
“You HAVEN’T?!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I only ever sat through all of The Black Cauldron. I was more of a Don Bluth kid.”
“That explains a lot.”
The following explosion wasn’t big enough to set off the fire alarm, but Bakugou got scolded for it anyway.
Stupid.