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There was a party at the end of the school year, the arrangements of which were spearheaded by Aoyama and Mina. It was something to do with celebrating how much they’d accomplished. Class 1B was invited, too, and it was shaping up to be quite the event.
There was a theme to what everyone was supposed to wear - fancy suits or fancy dress. Eijirou was leaning towards the latter, something funny that would get a good laugh out of everyone who saw him, maybe?
Eijirou’s plan had initially been to get Bakugou on board with a matching costume. He’d managed to get the other boy to agree to it at Halloween, and they’d turned up there as Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, much to everyone’s delight. This time, though, Bakugou had shut him down.
Eijirou pouted to himself as he browsed online for costumes. Normally he could convince his best friend to do just about anything given enough time, enough goading and enough exposure to his patented puppy-dog eyes, but Bakugou hadn’t budged. He’d had his own plans, apparently. That was fine, but he hadn’t even told Eijirou what they were, so Eijirou couldn’t even try to match him in a sneaky sort of way.
If Eijirou wanted to go as a set with someone, he supposed he could ask any of the rest of his friends, but, well. He could also just try ask Bakugou to go with him to the dance properly as a date, instead of edging nervously around that idea by trying the whole matching costumes thing. In theory.
Maybe Bakugou had seen through his little farce and didn’t approve of it, or maybe, or maybe, or maybe. Eijirou would only really know if he asked. He sighed.
Then something on the costume site caught his eye.
“Oh my god!” Mina shrieked when Eijirou stepped out of his room. She was wearing a frilly blue dress that ended just above her knees, and a pair of matching flats. Sero was in a plain-looking suit with a yellow tie, and Kaminari was dressed as Pikachu. Both of them turned to see what was going on. Kaminari let out a weird sound and began to laugh, or, no, he was coughing. Sero thumped him on the back a few times and raised his eyebrows. Mina waved her hands around. “Where did you even get that? Why did you even get that?”
Eijirou grinned, and spun around to show off his costume. He was going to the party as a steak. “Online, and why not?”
“Man, of course you were gonna do something like this,” Sero said, and shook his head.
Kaminari wheezed. “Bro! You should have told us! I’d’ve come as an egg or something.”
“It was a surprise,” Eijirou grinned. He glanced down the hall. “Not even Bakugou knew.”
“Oh yeah, let’s go grab him,” Mina said, flouncing towards Bakugou’s door. She rapped on it smartly. “Yo Bakugou! Are you ready to par-tay?”
There were a few moments of no response, and then the door opened. “Never, Pinky.”
Bakugou allowed Mina to yank him into the hall, and… oh. That was- That was the vest from the suit that Eijirou had bought for him back at I-Island, the one with the flowers. He’d kept it? And had it fixed and refitted and got a new red shirt to go with it? Eijirou swallowed and felt a blush rise into his cheeks. Bakugou looked good.
Eijirou’s breath caught in his throat when Bakugou’s gaze dragged up and down him. Eijirou clawed himself back together and adopted an over-the-top pose complete with flexing his arms. “Hey, Blasty, whaddya think?”
“It’s,” Bakugou said, pausing as he seemed to pick over his words. Their eyes locked. “Well done.”
Eijirou laughed as the others groaned at the pun, and he marched forwards to hook his elbow around Bakugou’s. “Yeah! C’mon then, guys!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, but he let Eijirou drag him along into the lift.
Everything descended into chaos once they’d all arrived in the common room. All of the sofas had been pushed back against various walls to make room for a dance-floor - something Eijirou had known about since he’d helped move them a few hours ago. There was a long trestle table covered in drinks and party food. The TV had disappeared - probably packed away safely to prevent any accidents.
Music was booming from a set of speakers manned by Jirou, and all of Eijirou’s friends were whisked away as they went to dance or grab food, or in Bakugou’s case to go sit on one of the sofas at the side and glower at everyone. Eijirou let that slide for a while as he caught up with Tetsutetsu and let Mina pull him into a poorly-executed tango that didn’t really match the music at all.
The heat of all of the movement started to get to him, however, and he squeezed himself through the crowds as best as his costume would allow to grab some water from the refreshments table.
With the water obtained, and a second cup poured out, Eijirou made his way over to where Bakugou was sitting and handed him one of the cups. Bakugou took it without a word, and Eijirou flopped back against the soft seats.
“You just gonna sit here all night?” Eijirou asked, grinning over at his friend.
Bakugou stared at the crowd of dancing teenagers. “Maybe.”
“You don’t wanna dance, then, huh?” Eijirou elbowed Bakugou, lightly. The music changed then, to something slower and sweeter, and Eijirou felt a pang of want.
“Depends,” Bakugou said, turning his head just a little so that he could eye Eijirou. “On if someone’s gonna ask.”
Oh. Eijirou drained the rest of the water from his cup and set it on the floor. He stood, felt his heart pounding in his chest and held out a hand. “Bakugou Katsuki, would you like to dance with me?”
Bakugou put his own cup down and grasped Eijirou’s hand with his own. “Fuck yeah I wanna dance with you, rare-for-brains.”
Eijirou pulled him up, laughing again and matching Bakugou’s smirk with one of his own. He tugged Bakugou backwards towards the crowd. Any fears that Eijirou might have had about Bakugou’s potential reluctance to do this were wiped away as Bakugou’s arms wrapped around his waist as best they could with the steak costume. Eijirou was pulled close against his friend, and he rested his own hands on Bakugou’s shoulders. They swayed along to the music.
“That suit looks good on you,” Eijirou said, a little surprised about how low his voice had growled that out. Bakugou’s grip tightened.
“Yeah?” Bakugou tilted his head forwards just a smidge. “You’re the one who bought it for me.”
“Mm,” Eijirou said, glancing down at Bakugou’s lips and then back up into his eyes. “I know what I like.”
Bakugou stared at him for a few moments, and then his face split into a grin. Bakugou’s head fell forwards onto Eijirou’s shoulder, squishing the costume in a little, and- Wait, was he laughing? “Fuck, I- You’re wearing a goddamn steak! You’re such a jerk.”
“What?” Eijirou asked, bemused.
“I can’t- I can’t take you seriously,” Bakugou snorted into roughly where Eijirou’s neck was. Oh, well, if Bakugou was just gonna laugh at him, then- “How am I s’posed to kiss you if I can’t keep a straight face?”
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“I have made a terrible misteak,” Eijirou said. Bakugou shook with the laughter he was trying to repress. Bakugou never laughed like this in front of other people, it was amazing. Not that Eijirou really knew or cared if anyone was watching them.
“You’re making it worse,” Bakugou complained through his giggles. “Bastard.”
“You could still try, y’know,” Eijirou said. It felt like all of his insides were full of bubbles.
Bakugou hummed and pulled his head back from Eijirou’s shoulder. “Guess I could.”
Then Bakugou Katsuki was kissing him, and he was kissing Bakugou back, and all Eijirou could hear was the whoosh of blood in his ears. As they pulled away from each other and the rushing noise faded, Eijirou heard distant whoops and catcalls from all around them.
None of that mattered. Nothing else mattered to Eijirou in that moment, except the boy who was holding him and moving in to kiss him again.
