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Katsuki was at the top of the food chain. He was an all-star athlete, top of his class, and a school heart throb despite his violent nature and his vehement dislike of his fans. Well—not all his fans. There were two very specific people that he actually (and embarrassingly) liked a lot , but he had no clue how to go about asking them out.
Izuku and Ochako had bonded first over being the underdog—they had both been the slightly picked on nerds during their freshman year—but now that they had grown into themselves, gaining the confidence that they were lacking during their time as underclassmen, and they were closer than ever, they had bonded over something else. Simping for Bakugou Katsuki.
Izuku had always expressed his deep admiration for his childhood friend and playmate. Despite growing apart in middle school due to different focuses and interests, Izuku had always maintained that Kacchan was so amazing and talented.
At first, Ochako had been kind of jealous of Katsuki, especially when she actually met him. Why did this heathen get Deku’s admiration? But as they grew closer as friends, and Ochako caught glimpses of the rare side of Katsuki that Deku always worshiped, she began to admire Katsuki just as much as Deku.
Izuku and Ochako had tried dating before. They had both liked each other more than anyone else—except Katsuki, of course—and they both agreed to give dating a try. It wasn’t bad by any means—they shared sweet kisses, went on fun dates, and just enjoyed each other’s company—but it always felt like something was missing, like they were trying to bake a cake without having an essential ingredient.
They decided to go back to being friends, but they still went on “dates” and sometimes even kissed occasionally when the moment felt right. But they both desperately wanted to find the thing that they were missing from their relationship—because they knew that at the very least they were platonic soulmates and they needed the missing piece for them to truly be soulmates in every aspect.
Katsuki was having a miniature crisis. Prom was a few weeks away and he needed to make a move before he was left alone again because he failed at confessing to the only people he had ever had feelings for.
“You got this, bro! Just go up and ask them! It’s not that deep.”
Katsuki sighed and rolled his eyes. “But it is that fucking deep, Shitty Hair! If I fuck up, like I usually fucking do when I try to talk to them, then they’ll just go together. Without me . I just—” Katsuki tangled his fists in his hair, “ARGGHHH! What the hell am I gonna do?!”
“Give them a note.” Katsuki whipped around to face Mina as she butted into his conversation with Eijirou. “You always abandon any face-to-face confrontations with them because you’re a bit of a coward in that department,” Mina held up a hand as Katsuki’s face contorted at the word “coward”, “BUT! You could give them a note. Or make a banner and go with the grand declaration route—but that doesn’t really seem like your style.
“I’ve seen your poetry, Kats. You have a way with words when you want to—so put that skill to use with your promposal!”
Katsuki thought for a moment before his face lit up with an idea. “Fuck. Mina, you’re awesome. I gotta go, but I’ll see you guys for game night tonight.” Mina grinned and Eijirou cheered him on as he bolted off the field and to his car.
“Hey, losers,” Izuku and Ochako turned away from the notebook they were pouring over to stare at Kacchan as he made his way towards the spot where they were sitting. Kacchan stopped and fidgeted for a second before glaring at them and asserting, “I-I...I fucking wrote something...so SHUT UP AND LISTEN!”
Katsuki cleared his throat, hoping that it would make the blush flaring on his cheeks die down, “Behold the sun—as it breaks the clouds and shines in on a gloomy day. Behold, as the golden glow washes my worries away and leaves me bare. All of my insecurities and flaws placed before his celestial feet as an offering; I hope and pray that he will accept.
“Behold the moon—as it’s silvery shine waters a dry and dark Earth. Behold, as it’s beam breaks my heart open and examines my yearning intentions. Alone and vulnerable under her shining gaze; I hope she is as merciful as she is beautiful.
“Deku….Floaty….Izuku….Ochako….To me, your presences rival the stars in their multiplicity and intensity. Shit...I could probably wax poetic about how you fuckers make me feel for eons….but the important question is….Will you guys go to prom with me?”
Katsuki looks up from where his eyes had taken interest in his shoes to see Izuku and Ochako clinging to each other and bawling their eyes out. He hesitates for a moment too long, and then he has both shoulders full of tear-damp crybaby. Izuku is blubbering and muttering, “yes, yes, yes,” into his left shoulder as Ochako sobs and nods frantically into his right. He shakes his head at the ridiculousness of the two idiots before revising his thought. They’re MY two idiots.
He’s lost in his romantic daydreams for a second before he gets smacked on both shoulders at the same time.
“Stupid, Kacchan! That was so sweeeeet…..I knew Kacchan was a good writer, but not that good!”
“Hey! What the fuck do you mean—”
“Ka-tsukiiiii—fuck you for making me cry. I expect the best prom night ever.”
Katsuki went to snap back, but then he froze before speaking—“You...You really mean it? You accept?!”
Ochako and Izuku share a look that Katsuki can’t decipher before nodding and both grabbing one of Katsuki’s hands and swinging his arms. Ochako hums before responding, “Yeah, I think we’ll go with you.”
Izuku reaches over and swats Ochako with his free hand while he speaks to Katsuki, “Don’t listen to her, Kacchan. We’d love to go with you. It just feels right, you know?”
Ochako nods, and Katsuki looks lost for a minute before smiling fondly, “Yeah...it feels perfect.”