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Momo's staring at the dance floor, feeling lost at the sight of dancing couples in front of her.
That could be her.
"Princess, you're pouting."
Momo startles, a gasp escaping her lips as her brown eyes meet red.
"I— When did you get here?" asks Momo in surprise as she tries to settle herself.
"A few minutes ago when I noticed you were pouting while attempting to get out of the stupid fucking dance I got dragged into. Remind me not to come to another wedding ever again," Katsuki's grumbling as he settles into the seat in front of Momo, legs spread as he leans forward and presses his own elbows into the black slacks he's wearing.
"I was not pouting," huffs Momo as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"You definitely were, and you are again. Come on, Princess, I know you," murmurs Katsuki with a half-smirk curving his lips as his eyes drop to her pout. "Tell me what's going on."
"Nothing's going on, Katsuki," replies Momo with an eye roll as she turns back to the dancing. "I'm just feeling the ache of being so far behind, I guess."
"Behind? Princess, what are you talking about?" asks Katsuki seriously as his brows furrow. "You could never be anywhere except for ahead of every fucking one of us."
"Not ahead when I'm still single," mutters Momo as she sits back in her chair, turning her attention to the crowd.
"Well, shit, Princess, if that's all it is then just go out with me," Katsuki's voice cracks as he speaks quieter than she's used to in such a crowded place of their friends.
"Say it with your chest if you mean it, Katsuki," replies Momo as she looks at him, lifting her drink to her lips to take a slow sip.
Katsuki snorts, head rolling forward a moment before lifting to look at her with determination.
"Okay Princess, will you be my girlfriend and go on a date with me tomorrow since I know we both have the day off?" asks Katsuki as he leans closer.
Momo smiles as she places her glass on the table, uncrossing her legs while sliding forward and moving the slit of her red gown up. After a few moments of just looking at him, she leans forward, pressing her elbows into her legs as their noses brush together softly.
"I will," murmurs Momo as she tips her head to rest against his.
"Good," replies Katsuki as he pulls back just to tug her chair forward. His eyes trail over her before he presses forward again, cupping her cheek gently with his hand. "Because I'm kind of fucking beyond in love with you at this point, Momo Yaoyorozu."
"Only kind of?" asks Momo in amusement as she tugs Katsuki into a gentle peck by his tie. "Because I know I'm beyond in fucking love with you, Katsuki Bakugou."
Katsuki smirks before leaning forward and capturing her lips properly.
Best wedding ever.