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Initially, Izuku was curious of the hall behind the golden doors. He didn’t intend for them to open, for they unlocked on their own with the slightest touch of his fingertips. As if it had been begging for some kind of interaction for years.
He knew he should have left, should have closed those golden doors before someone found him. A mere servant boy shouldn’t be roaming the halls at midnight. Yet the hallway beyond the doors were yearning for him. They whispered for him to enter. Izuku could feel the tug of an unknown force. He shouldn’t have let the force guide his body between the golden doors.
“It must be forbidden for me to be entering such a place,” Izuku remarked.
While his mind, logically so, told him to go back to where he came from and never return to the sacred place again, his heart urged him to go down the moonlit hallway. Izuku, being the curious boy he is, closed the golden doors behind him and walked across the red carpet of the hallway.
Moonlight cascaded beyond the velvet curtains. Its power far more powerful than a simple piece of cloth. The trees in the garden silently swayed to their own music. Some thrashing against itself in pure agony while others gently moved to and fro. The trees’ dance casted shadows along the red carpet of the hallway. Izuku decided to dance along with the shadows. Shifting his hips and weight from one foot to the other. His arms raised and fell in their own rhythm. Soft lashes kissed his freckle dusted cheeks, like a sweet lover’s kiss.
Precious Izuku was letting the hall take over him with its silent song. Until he came to a stop in front of another door. This door not as grand as the golden doors, surprisingly. But just as he thought his time was up, he heard a soft melody behind the doors. A piano; it was playing somberly. Yet it called for him just like the hall had done before.
“I shouldn’t interrupt whoever’s in there,” Izuku whispered. But he couldn’t move. His feet were glued as he heard strings enter along with the piano. Soon wind instruments, like a clarinet, sang its call. He really shouldn’t, but with a soft push, the door opened a crack, and there he saw an angel.
Ash blonde hair, a white suit, gold shoes, and a golden cape stung against his shoulders. An absolute angel. The angel stood in front of one of the balcony windows. With it slightly ajar, his hair jostled lightly. As if fairies were ruffling the soft peaks. He stood there with a crystal glass filled with a crimson liquid. The angel set the glass down and began to turn towards where Izuku was.
Izuku held in a gasp as he saw his angel’s eyes: a pair of ruby jewels. Izuku stepped away from the doors and leaned against the wall next to it. Precious Izuku slowly and gracefully sank to the ground as he tried to calm his beating heart. His heart that was originally full of courage and loyalty suddenly bloomed with the feeling of love. He could feel it almost bursting.
“It hurts. It’s uncomfortable.” Izuku whimpered. He finally stood up and looked in the crack of the door. There he saw his angel gliding across the floor with an arm raised as if to be a placeholder for a gentle hand and the other in a light cupped form as if to hold a figure’s waist. Izuku stared with want. Oh, how sweet it would be to dance with his angel in that room. The room filled with the swells of violins and cellos.
Izuku watched as his angel continued to sweep across the floor with no one. Each step placed with excelled practice and body swaying with harmonious rhythm. Once again, Izuku’s heart raced. He leaned against the wall for support once more. This feeling in his chest not subsiding.
“Could there be cure?” questioned Izuku. He finally rose from his spot and dusted the nonexistent dust off his trousers. He made a step towards the golden doors but looked back at the doors that caged his angel. “One more look wouldn’t hurt right” Izuku thought. So he approached the doors and took a gaze in.
Only to be surprised by a pair of burning red eyes. Izuku gasped and took a step back. He clutched his shirt as he ruffled his hair. He looked back to see his angel holding his hand out. Izuku’s heart fluttered. With a small lick of his lips, he grasped his angel’s hand and was tugged into the ballroom
The ballroom, which typically held hundreds of guests and multiple conversations, echoed with their footsteps. It was incredibly spacious yet was reserved for just the two of them. His angel let go of his hand and reset the vinyl record. He pushed a button and piano soon filled the empty room once more.
His angel bowed and reached a hand out for Izuku. Izuku smiled as he placed his hand in the hand waiting for him. He was gently dragged into his angel’s embrace. A hand rested on his waist as the other lifted his arm up slightly above his shoulder. Izuku rested his hand on the shoulder of his angel.
Finally mustering up the courage, Izuku looked up and met a pair of ruby eyes again. As they glided across the ballroom floor, Izuku took in the features of his angel. A sharp and clean jawline. A dimple from where he smirked. A pointed nose. A relaxed pair of eyes.
Izuku let his head fall on the angel’s sturdy shoulder. He could hear the soft thumps of both of their heart beats. Izuku’s eyes closed while his body leaned into his angel’s body.
“You never told me your name?” Izuku heard.
“You never asked.”
“Am I not asking right now?”
“Certainly, you are, but will I know yours in return?”
“Of course, but you first.”
A chuckle bubbled out of Izuku. He could feel a rumble in his angel’s chest as well.
“Midoriya Izuku, and you?” A hand shifted from his waist to his cheek. He leaned into it and looked up. With viridian clashing with crimson, his angel answer:
“Bakugou Katsuki, Prince Bakugou Katsuki.”
Oh, how painful it was to hear his angel’s name. But soon the pain diminished as a thin pair of lips pressed against his own. Oh, how painful it was to know his angel could never be his. But just in this moment he could believe that his angel was his.
“Katsuki.”
“Izuku.”
“Just for tonight will you be mine?”
“I’d be yours until the end of time.”
“Are you certain?”
Another kiss was made. Soon he was peppered in kisses. Gentle kiss on his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, anywhere. And Izuku reveled in it.
“Certainly so, Izuku.”