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I had no reason to be here. I hate almost everyone at this shitty school, I never go to social events, and I sure as hell don’t dance. The only people responsible for me being here are my damn parents.
Earlier today, they asked me if I was planning on attending. “Like hell I am, you morons,” I replied, hoping that would be the end of it.
“Er, Katsuki…” my father started. “This is probably one of your last middle school dances. Don’t you want to say you enjoyed yourself at least once?” Who the fuck would I need to say that too?
Of course, my mom agreed with him. “Katsuki, you need to learn how to be more social. It’s no surprise you don’t have friends with that shitty attitude of yours, so I highly suggest you go,” she stated, in an obviously more-forcing-than-suggesting tone. Let’s just say that in the end, I had no choice.
I’m not sure how long I was standing there for, which is ironic considering how impatient I was for the whole damn thing to end. There aren’t any clocks in this building, and I didn’t want to make my presence known by using my phone. Teachers don’t plan these fucking things with the anti-social students in mind. It doesn’t really matter, though. It’s not like anyone will remember the details of their insignificant middle school dances.
Except for me, that won’t be true. You see, it was a rather jarring moment, when I first noticed Deku mixed in with the crowd.
He had no reason to be here either. No one pays much attention to him, unless he’s being made fun of. Whatever drove the shithead to come is beyond me. But there he was, dancing with that stupid smile on his face.
I couldn’t quite figure out what I was feeling. For one thing, I was angry. I didn’t want to spend the rest of the night trying to ignore him, and I sure as hell wasn’t in any position to go anywhere, not without being noticed. No matter the place, no matter the situation, he always seems to screw everything up for me.
After a few minutes, though, being noticed was falling further down on my list of concerns. I wanted to leave—undeniably so. And yet despite that, I could not move. I was stuck looking at the dance floor, paralyzed in a sense. Maybe it was some sort of lustful, inner impulse. That in itself probably should’ve been the first sign. I simply questioned what the hell they put in the drinks.
And in that moment, perfectly in time to the music, Deku spun around to face me. I see his bright, green eyes lock onto my corner.
Scratch that last part—being noticed was worse than all the other potential outcomes.
Damnit, as if this hell spawn of a night couldn’t get any worse, I remember myself thinking. I watch as he stops dancing, continuing to look at me. His expression was solemn and questioning, just like always. Don’t look at me with that fucking face!
I’m not really sure who made the first move. All I knew at the time was that the gap between us was dissipating, and that the lights were beginning to collide with us. He held his hand out. He held his hand out to me and I wanted to yell, to push that damn nerd away and get the fuck out of there. Instead, I immediately took it in mine.
Everything was happening way too fast but it was as though we were moving in slow motion. This damn poetry shit, I swear, what is with these fucking drinks?!
I’m dancing with him now. All I can see is that vibrant face holding my gaze.
I don’t say a single word, and neither does he. The lights are restless, the music hypnotizing and rhythmic. I don’t even know how to fucking dance, what the hell am I doing? I’m moving without control.
The mood shifts, and suddenly I’m running my hands through his hair.
It’s so soft
I look down and see his hands resting on my hips.
Did I put them there, or was that him?
All I want to do is feel that warm, glowing face on mine.
How on earth did this happen?
I never wanted to come. I would’ve been asleep by now, and I doubt I could’ve dreamt up something better than this shit. I can’t remember what I was doing before, and I have no clue what I’m going to do afterwards. But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that this nerd drives me absolutely fucking insane.