Recommended song: I Guess I'm in Love- by Clinton Kane
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It took three whole days and a box of extra spicy wings at one AM for Yoshiko to convince her adamant boyfriend to join her and her mother at the hero gala. She was glad she started annoying him to join her a few days before the event, even if it took a long walk to the school's entrance gate just to get a box of wings from the delivery driver.
Right now, she was facing a major dilemma trying to close the zip on the back of her dress. She managed to reach for the zip but failed to pull it up. Letting out a groan, she stomped barefoot towards her door to ask Mina for help. When she threw the door open, she found Bakugo standing behind it, knuckles raised to knock on the door. Yoshiko froze, her breath catching in her throat.
Bakugo had dressed in a white button-up shirt, a black waistcoat and a blazer with matching black suit pants. He even went as far as wearing the tie properly. Yoshiko never knew she needed to see Bakugo in a perfectly tailored suit until now. She felt like she'd faint. Bakugo noticed her getting flustered and leaned by the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, his lips tugging up on the side in a smirk, "Like what you see, princess?"
The truth was, Bakugo wasn't any better. His eyes kept trailing down to her dress she held up with a hand on her chest to keep it from falling, given it didn't have sleeves and wasn't zipped from the back. It was a plain black dress that hugged her waist, falling down to her ankles with a cut that travelled up to her thighs.
Yoshiko cleared her throat and straightened her back, "Can you help me with the zip?"
"Mhm~" Bakugo stepped into her room, closing the door behind him.
Yoshiko turned around, grabbing her hair from the ends and holding it up. She tried not to shiver at the feeling of Bakugo's warm fingertips brushing the skin of her bareback. When he finished zipping her dress, he lowered his lips to her ear, his breath tickling her, hands travelling down her sides to rest on either side of her waist. Yoshiko turned around, and he brushed her bangs aside with a finger, his face close to hers. She had to finish getting ready. She hadn't even done her hair or makeup yet, but his wine-red eyes were intoxicating her to stay.
Bakugo pushed his lips onto hers, a hand behind her head, deep in her hair. He pushed her onto the dressing table, her makeup products clattering behind her. His hands were placed on her thighs, lips centimetres away from hers, "Lookin' so fuckin' pretty for me."
Yoshiko felt like he stole the air out of her lungs each time his head dipped low for another kiss. The back of her head was pressed to the mirror, letting him place shameless open-mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring her mouth and pushing her back like she was oxygen he needed desperately. She was panting when he pulled away, lips brushing under her ear and onto her shoulder.
As much as she would have loved the feeling of his teeth sinking into her neck, she was aware of the event they had to attend, "Kats, don't leave any mark."
"Shut up," he growled against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. It was unfair that she wore a strapless dress, showing off her freckled shoulders and then told him not to leave any mark. The audacity! But he knew she was right. Showing up to an event with bitemarks wasn't appropriate. He left it for another day.
His lips left her shoulder, eyes falling on her face flushed red. He couldn't help but smirk, thumb brushing her swollen lips. Looking at her trying to catch her breath with her hair disheveled and lips bright red because of him ignited something carnal inside of him he didn't dare think about.
"Um-" Yoshiko cringed when her voice came out small. For fucks sake, he was making her want to roll on the floor and giggle like someone who belonged in the mental hospital, "You should go. I haven't finished doing my hair and makeup."
"Yeah, I should. You look like you're going to melt like an ice cream." Bakugo teased, pinching her cheeks.
"Fuck off," Yoshiko hissed. Bakugo shut her up by squishing her cheeks together and pressing a kiss to her lips. Yoshiko pushed him out of her room as he laughed at her and shut the door, turning the key to lock it. She went back to the mirror, sighing at her face. She didn't even need to use blush now. Bakugo had graciously bestowed a natural one upon her.
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"A limousine?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow when Yoshiko told him her mother hired a limo. He glanced at the white fur shawl on her shoulders, wondering if she felt cold. After all, it was winter and her leg was also exposed thanks to the design of her dress, "Arent'cha cold?"
"Just my legs," Yoshiko replied, "This shawl is super warm. Touch it."
"Yeah, but still," Bakugo touched the shawl, running his hand on the fur. It felt like a blanket, "You're nuts for dressing like that in the winter."
"Are you calling my outfit bad?"
"God, no." Bakugo rolled his eyes, "I never said that. You look fuckin' stunning, but I'm just sayin' you'll get cold."
"Don't worry," Yoshiko chuckled, adjusting his collar, failing to notice the pink that had bloomed on his cheeks. She flicked a speck of dust away from his blazer, "There are heaters inside anyway, so I'll be fine."
"Whatever..." He grumbled.
A long black vehicle pulled up in front of the dorms. The chauffeur stepped out of the limo and slid the door open for the teenagers. Yoshiko shot the older man a grateful smile before stepping inside, followed by Bakugo. She found her mother smiling at her, wearing the most beautiful red dress that flowed past her waist like a fountain of blood.
"Hey, kids." She grinned at the pair.
"Hi, ma. You look gorgeous." Yoshiko grinned ear to ear. She still remembered her mother wearing the same dress around nine or ten years back on her wedding anniversary.
"Thank you," Yoko smiled, "I see you two are matching. You look handsome, Bakugo."
"Thanks," Bakugo mumbled. Yoshiko glanced at Bakugo, smiling, "Yeah, looks like we accidentally matched."
The journey to the venue consisted of Yoshiko and Yoko talking about school and work, trying to include Bakugo in the conversation. He'd give a small response here or there and internally scream and die whenever Yoko teased him about Yoshiko. He had to say the women in Yoshiko's family were extremely bold.
The limo finally stopped outside the venue. Yoko noticed Bakugo biting the inside of his cheek as he looked outside the tinted windows, "Okay, Bakugo. Yoshi's been to events like these many times before, but I assume this is your first?"
"Yeah," Bakugo replied.
"Don't worry, alright? When you step out, there's going to be a lot of camera flashes, just giving you a heads up. The paparazzi can be... pushy, so if they ask you something you don't want to answer, respectfully decline them or just ignore them. Stick with Yoshi, I'm sure you'll be fine."
The 'respectful' part of Yoko's pep talk fell on deaf ears. He didn't need her reassurance, but it made him somewhat prepared for stepping out of the limo. The chauffeur slid the door open, and sure enough, the cameras had begun flashing. Yoko stepped out first, followed by the teenagers. Bakugo hadn't realised there was another car with bodyguards tailing them all this time until two hulking men stepped out of the vehicle behind the limo and stood behind them. One of the cameramen screamed Yoko's name, and the woman faced the camera, putting a hand on her hip and posing elegantly.
"Photonix, Dynamight!" Bakugo heard their hero names being yelled. Yoshiko put a hand on Bakugo's arm, leaning into him, facing a camera. He wasn't sure where to look, so he simply glared at a random camera and let a hand rest casually on her waist.
He felt like he could finally let out a breath of relief when they were inside the reception. From there, they were taken to the hall where Bakugo immediately recognised a handful of heroes and support company owners. Endeavor was easily spotted with his tall stature. The Todoroki siblings were talking to eachother not far behind him.
Yoshiko made a move to go say hi with Bakugo when Hawks landed in front of her and startled her. She put a hand on her chest and gave him a glare, "I told you not to do that!"
"The only thing left for you to do was let out an explosion!" Hawks cackled.
"Go away, pigeon." Yoshiko scoffed.
"Rude," Hawks sighed. He noticed Bakugo's hand on her waist, siren eyes shifting up to meet a cardinal stare. Without hesitance, Hawks reached for Bakugo's hand, removing it from her waist, "No PDA."
"Hah?" Bakugo's lip curled in a snarl, "She's my fuckin' girlfriend, I can put my hand wherever I like."
"Tsk tsk... real men don't engage in PDA," Hawks wanted to burst out laughing at the look on Bakugo's face.
"Quit it, Hawks." Yoshiko sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Can you stop picking on him each time you see him."
"Well, if he stops engaging in PD-"
"Fuck PDA, I'll suck his dick right here, and there's nothing you will do about it." Yoshiko glowered, making him spill champagne on his shirt when he heard the words leave her lips. He stared at her, baffled, as she took Bakugo's hand and strutted over to the Todoroki's.
Meanwhile, Bakugo was just trying not to let his brain fry. It didn't help that she looked so damn beautiful in that evening gown. On top of that, she had to go and say something that made him blush like a tomato. She didn't even think twice about what she'd just said, unbothered by how he was reacting. She's so fucking unfair! She can't keep doing this to me.
"Oh, look, it's Akimitsu!" Fuyumi exclaimed, walking over to Yoshiko. She wore a beautiful blue gown with a darker gradient at the ends. The light hitting the little crystals on the dress made her look like an ice queen.
"Hi, Todoroki." Yoshiko smiled at the woman.
"I think you need to start using our first names when we're all together," Natsuo chuckled, "We're all Todoroki's here."
"Fair," Yoshiko agreed.
"Hi." Shoto greeted voice monotone despite the chaos inside him that had woken at the sight of Yoshiko in a dress. He snapped out of his stupor when Bakugo cleared his throat, gaining his attention, "Bakugo."
"Icy Hot."
"You look so pretty!" Fuyumi gushed, "I love your hair!"
"Thank you, Fuyumi." Yoshiko grinned, "You look beautiful too."
"Now they're going to squeal and oink over each other's outfits," Natsuo rolled his eyes.
"They're not pigs," Shoto said, tilting his head, "I don't see why they'd oink."
"I do not have it in me to explain stuff to you with a PowerPoint presentation, Shoto."
"Oh, I think they're taking pictures there," Fuyumi pointed at the photo booth. Yoshiko caught her mother's eye, who motioned for her and Bakugo to join her at the booth.
"Come on, Kats, let's go," Yoshiko said, taking his hand to stand beside her mother.
"I'll go first, and then you two, alright?" Yoko winked, "I bet you two would love to get a picture with just you two."
Yoko smiled at her daughter, who looked away with a huff while her boyfriend blushed furiously with a pout. After the cameras were done flashing at her, the two stood behind the camera lights. Posing for the camera came naturally to Yoshiko, while Bakugo struggled with what to do. He chose to shift from one foot to the other, one hand latched onto her waist.
"Stand closer!" A cameraman exclaimed.
Yoshiko's body turned to Bakugo, facing the camera. His eyes fell on Yoshiko, and he noticed the little highlighter she put on her cheeks, giving her skin a beautiful glow. He couldn't help it when his eyes trailed to her lips, where she had put on some matte brown lipstick. She was driving him insane. He realised he had been staring when he heard the camera flash.
"Let's go," Yoshiko said, taking his hand and leaving the booth once they were done.
The moment they got off the booth, another camera was shoved in their face, "Hey, Photonix, Dynamight, what's your favourite part about school?"
"Hero training," Yoshiko replied.
"Same," Bakugo replied gruffly.
"I see you've come with Sunbeam and Photonix, Dynamight. What do you have to say about that?"
Bakugo wanted to grab the man's camera and blast it to bits. Why was he asking the question like he was trying to get him to admit to some crime? "None of yer business." Bakugo spat, taking the man by surprise. The cameraman noticed the Todoroki siblings with Hawks and went to attack them with his camera instead.
"Annoying," Yoshiko muttered under her breath.
"Fuckin' tell me about it." Bakugo snorted.
Yoshiko and Bakugo went to stand by the food on a long table. Bakugo couldn't help but smile at the sight of Yoshiko's silvery eyes glimmering at the sight of the chocolate fountain. She grabbed a skewer, stabbed a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate fountain. She rocked back and forth on her heels, savouring the sweet taste.
"Want sum?" She asked.
"Nah," he was content with watching her.
A waiter handing glasses of champagne to the guests stopped by Yoshiko and Bakugo, "Would you two like a drink?"
"We're seventeen." Yoshiko stated.
"Ah, sweet seventeen," The old man chuckled heartily, handing them a glass each, "Have fun, kiddos."
Yoshiko watched the man disappear with the empty tray and then glanced at Bakugo, looking down at the drink suspiciously, "He'll get into trouble if someone finds out he gave us this shit."
"Which is why we drink it before someone finds out," Yoshiko replied cheekily.
He watched her bring the glass to her lips and finish the whole thing in two huge sips. He gave in and tried it, almost recoiling from the taste. It was his first time trying it. It had a slightly acidic taste with a hint of sweetness. Is this what stars taste like?
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "This isn't your first time trying alcohol, is it?"
Yoshiko giggled and looked around to make sure her mother was out of earshot before stepping closer, "I did Daisuke's chores just so he'd let me have some."
"I'm not surprised," Bakugo shook his head with a smile, downing the rest of his drink.
He felt himself starting to sweat. The heating here was strong. He took off his blazer and tie, undoing a collar button. Yoshiko set her empty glass on the table, watching him. She wasn't sure if it was the champagne since she had only one glass, but everything seemed brighter when Bakugo was there. She watched him stuff the tie into the pocket of his blazer and roll the sleeves of his shirt up, all while his fiery crimson gaze was set on her.
"You look so fucking kissable right now," Yoshiko said without thinking.
"Then fucking do it." He cooed.
"Wish I could," Yoshiko smirked.
"Let me make that wish come true," He grinned devilishly, canines on display. He roughly grabbed her hand and led her to a door slightly ajar on the back. There were security guards on each side of the door, "Are you two looking for something?"
"Is there an exit from the back?" Yoshiko asked sweetly.
"Yeah, straight ahead."
"Thank you."
Much to Bakugo's relief, there were no people or flashing cameras outside. Yoshiko let go of his hand to look at the roses that were planted in the garden. She noticed Bakugo walking towards her and smirked. When he stood in front of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Fuckin' kiss me already. That's why we're here," Bakugo said. Yoshiko laughed and went on tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. There wasn't any point in wearing heels. She could swear he was growing taller with each passing day.
"I'm hungry." She said randomly.
"You should have said it inside, dumbass." Bakugo deadpanned.
"But I wasn't hungry inside," She retorted.
"Then do you want to go inside?" Bakugo sighed.
"No, because I want to eat a burger."
"They don't have burgers inside, Solar Panel."
"Exactly. I'm sure I saw a burger bar on the way here."
"We're not going to a burger bar dressed fancy," Bakugo said, "It's weird."
"There are no dress codes at a burger bar, princeling," Yoshiko poked his side in an attempt to make him laugh. Her finger was greeted by rock-hard muscle.
"Okay, okay, I'll go. Stop poking me, woman." He swatted her hand away.
Yoshiko opened Google Maps and sent Yoko her live location with a small text telling her she and Bakugo were going to grab a bite. She then searched for the burger bar, which happened to be within walking distance, much to her delight.
Bakugo followed her as she walked in front of him, his jaw clenching whenever he caught someone ogling at her. At the same time, he felt smug when guys shot him an ugly stare when they noticed his hand in hers. Yeah, fuckers, cry about it. That right there is my girlfriend.
At the burger bar, they got into line to order. Yoshiko got the same order as Bakugo's minus the spice. She could swear his spicy burger was going to start stinking the whole place. After ordering, they sat at the table by the window. Bakugo put his elbow on the table, chin in his palm, as he watched her look outside.
The whole night, he'd been feeling like he'd been getting high because of her. In his eyes, she was perfect. Flaws included. He wished she knew what sort of effect she had on him. She made him so weak, in a good way, of course. He watched her eyes shift from the window to him, her lips immediately breaking in a smile that made flowers bloom in his chest. The fact that he made her smile made him glad. He wanted to so badly tell her about all the things he loved about her and all the things she made him feel. She took his hand, tracing the veins on the back, a small habit she'd picked up when they sat together. He squeezed her hand, making her look up at him.
I'm not expressive, Yoshiko. I hope you understand it all when you touch me.
"Ahem," A waiter interrupted his moment, "Your order."
Bakugo gave the poor man a soul-shattering glare as he set the plates with their burgers on the table, followed by their soft drinks. When the waiter went away, Bakugo glanced at Yoshiko to see she was already giving the burger her undivided attention.
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After eating, Yoshiko and Bakugo walked around, entering the much quieter part of the city. They found a lonely park and went inside when Yoshiko's feet started getting sore. She had to stop every few minutes to adjust the straps on her shoes. She hissed when she moved the strap upwards to see a blister.
"Fuck, it hurts when this shit sticks to my skin," As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt herself get hoisted up.
Muscular arms carried her, one under her head and one under her thighs. She felt heat travel up her neck as Bakugo looked down at her, "Put me down, Kats. I'm heavy."
"And?"
"And you'll get tired. This isn't some fairytale where I'm made of air, and you carry me around as you wish." She stated, pressing her index into his chest.
"It'd be a fucking waste of I did all that weight lifting every morning and wouldn't even be able to carry my goddamn girlfriend if you ask me," he said, continuing to walk like he wasn't just carrying a girl his age.
Yoshiko gave in and let her head rest against his chest, breathing into his warm and smoky caramel scent with hints of his cologne. The safe sound of his slowly increasing heartbeat against her ear stirred awake a content feeling inside her. God, I love him. He's everything I want.
Bakugo found a water fountain and gently set her down so she could sit on the edge. He sat beside her, looking down at the water sparkling from the moon's reflection. Yoshiko dipped a hand in the freezing water, immediately retracting it.
"Dumbass," Bakugo snickered.
"Shut."
The two remained silent, listening to the water rippling behind them accompanied by the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. Bakugo had put his blazer on again while Yoshiko had her shawl on her shoulders. She hummed to herself and glanced to the side, her insides doing a backflip when she saw Bakugo looking in front of him with the most serene expression.
"You know..." She broke the silence, "I'm really lucky to have you."
His head turned to her, his eyes widening before his gaze softened. He shifted closer to her and wrapped her arms around her, burying his head in her hair, "No, Yoshi. I'm lucky to have you," he said into her hair, "You have no idea what you do to me."
He pulled back, brushing her face with the back of his fingers, twirling a strand of her loosely curled hair around his finger, "Every time I look at you, my races at a million miles per second. You just... you manage to make me smile like a fucking idiot by doing nothing. I love you so fucking much," his nose brushed hers, his voice a gentle whisper against her lips, "I'll always love you, Yoshiko. From now until we see the end of time, I'll always love you."
Yoshiko felt tears forming in her waterline. He made her feel so loved. How could she not cry?
"Always?" she grinned.
"Always," he smiled, sealing his lips with hers in a promise.
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I had to bite my fist several times while writing this. Yoshiko and Bakugo are so cute I can't help it.
Anyway, there's going to be a small time skip to when they're in the first semester of their third year. It's not because the story is over. We still have some pieces to bring together before wrapping the story up.
Sorry for any errors in advance!