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Prom night is said to be the best night of a high schooler’s life. The dancing with your friends and sweating like crazy, the spiked punch, the slow dancing, and the final moments of feeling like a high schooler; all apparently factors in the best night of a high schooler’s life.
Bakugou, who is currently alone, thinks that this is the worst night of his life as a high schooler. He was forced to come here only to be left alone, and to put it shortly, he wants to go home. He wants to go to sleep, and forget he ever came to this horrendous children’s party.
He sat on a bench just outside the back exit of the school. It was dark out and the moonlight shined through clouds while muffled music filled the air. Bakugou would usually just stick to Kirishima whenever there was a school event he went to, but this time, he saw Kirishima having fun, dancing with all of his friends, and Bakugou realized he didn’t fit in; he didn’t belong here.
Bakugou didn’t want to invade, he would only hold Kirishima back from all the fun. So, he quickly made his way outside and sat on the nearest bench, all alone.
As he looked through the windows on the back doors slow music began playing. He turned back around and put his face in his hands. Thinking to himself how stupid it was to come here, how stupid it was to fall in love with the only person that showed him genuine friendship.
The sound of the back door opening interrupted his thoughts.
“What are you doing out here, man?” Kirishima asked.
“It was too loud in there,” Bakugou lied, avoiding eye contact with the idiot he fell in love with.
A moment of silence passed, and Kirishima was now standing in front of Bakugou.
“Say,” Kirishima started, “do you know how to slow dance?”
“Of course I know how to slow dance, I’m not a fucking dunce,” Bakugou answered, looking up at him.
Kirishima held out his hand. “Then dance with me,” he smiled down at him.
Bakugou, while surprised, took his hand while rolling his eyes in an attempt to hide his blushing face. They moved forward and slowly started dancing to the music coming from inside the school. They were close, very close, too close. Kirishima’s arms were around Bakugou’s neck, and Bakugou’s arms were around Kirishima’s waist, and Bakugou wished he could stay like this forever; holding Kirishima in his arms.
As the song continued, Kirishima rested his head on Bakugou’s shoulder, both boys were blushing, and both were unaware that it was both of them that were flushed.
This went on for a minute, by now they both just lazily swayed their bodies in sync, all while holding each other. Soon the song ended, and Kirishima’s head slowly raised to look at Bakugou, they made eye contact, but Bakugou stayed silent, so Kirishima spoke up.
“Why did you leave?” Kirishima asked again, whispering.
“I told you already,” Bakugou whispered back, “It was too loud.”
Kirishima looked at him with sad eyes, “Stop lying to me.”
Bakugou looked down, realizing they had stopped dancing long ago and yet they still held each other.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he admitted, eyes still glued to the ground, “or keep you from having fun.”
Kirishima sighed, “You could never bother me, Bakugou.”
Another moment of silence passed.
“You know,” Kirishima started, “I always have the most fun when I’m with you, that’s why you’re my best friend.”
Bakugou looked back up at him. “Yeah,” he swallowed, “you’re my best friend, too.”
Kirishima looked down at Bakugou’s lips, “Best friends,” he whispered, still looking at Bakugou’s lips, starting to cautiously lean it, and Bakugou did the same, and then they were kissing. They were kissing under the moonlight, while in each other’s arms.
When the kiss ended, Kirishima got closer to him and mumbled, “How about boyfriends? I like boyfriends better.”
Bakugou mimicked Kirishima’s big smile, “Yeah,” he agreed, “that’s much better.”
They kissed again while smiling.
Prom night is said to be the best night of a high schooler’s life, and Bakugou, who is now kissing the love of his life, suddenly believes that.