The next day at school was interesting to say the least. All of the boys were being extremely nice and generous for some reason.

Strolling down the school hall, someone called out my name. "YO, (Y/N)!"

"Huh?" I spun around.

It was Katsuki. He put one hand on his knee and heavily panted. His other hand had a. . .glass figurine in it?

"Katsuki, what's wrong!?" I asked, worried for him since he looked as if he were about to pass out.

"I made you this." He gifted me the figurine while still trying to catch his breath.

"What is it?"

"It's a unicorn. I scooped up sand from the beach and used my Quirk as a welding technique to shape it into a glass figurine for you."

He did all that for me!? That must have taken hours! (It actually only took about ten minutes.)

"Oh, Katsuki! You're too swee—wait, I thought you said this was a unicorn."

"It is."

"Then uh, where's the horn?"

"Oh—well, I ran from my house to the school with it in my hands, and then some punk knocked into me and the horn broke off."

"But you could have said it was a horse instead of a unicorn."

"I made a unicorn, I wanted credit for a unicorn!!!" He stormed off, fuming to himself.

"Well, thanks anyway!" I cheerfully waved him off.

Little did I know, Denki and Mineta were observing (aka stalking) me from the corner.

"Man, I didn't know he could pull off something like that," Mineta grumbled. "We'll never have a chance at asking her to the dance!"

"Whaddaya mean?" Denki asked.

"Like, we don't even have any skills."

"Skills?"

"You know, like fire and ice skills, explosion skills, Detroit Smash skills. Girls only like guys who have great skills!"

Denki reminded, "Well, I have electricity skills. I guess you're out of luck since you have nothing but grapes on your head."

"Yeah, but you turn stupid after a white. It's just not fair!! I want to hold (Y/N) by the waist at the dance and slow dance with her to Shrek love songs!" he drooled.

"You can't even reach up to her waist. Now, lemme stuff you in the locker before you try to make any moves on her." Denki shoved Mineta in a nearby locker and walked off.

The gift was really beautiful and impressive. I didn't expect Katsuki to do something so nice and complicated for me. But the problem was—where would I put it for now? So, I went to Mr. Aizawa's office and asked if he could keep it in there until the school day ended. He gave me a weirded-out stare and asked why I even had a glass figurine of a unicorn with me. But I left before I answered his question.

But lunch was even weirder.

Five minutes into eating my chocolate roses, these four guys who were lifting up a literal golden throne above their heads marched into the room. And the one who was seated on the throne was Hitoshi. He must have been brainwashing them into doing his bidding.

But more of Hitoshi's "butlers" showed up and placed down a long, fancy dining table in front of him, along with a second throne that was empty on the other table's end. Suddenly, the school's orchestra arrived and started playing Bella Notte.

"(Y/N)~" he spoke with an enticing tone. "Come join me for an unforgettable school lunch experience. Why don't you sit down?"

I went over and sat myself down in the other thrown. I faced Hitoshi with a surprised expression.

"Since I can't bring you to Disneyland, I'll bring Disneyland to you~"

My other guy friends were probably foaming at the mouth right about now.

"Hitoshi. . .why all this?" I wondered.

He smiled which was rare. "You need to be treated like the princess you are—instead of hanging around a bunch of boys who can't take care of you the way you deserve."

I was so nervous, this caused me to spawn Minions out of panic. They all began to sing 'Hips Don't Lie' and K-pop dance around us.

"Okay. . .that just happened," he commented.

"Sorry, I'm just so nervous!" I explained.

And in that moment, every single boy in the cafeteria rose up as if they had been hypnotized, saying, "Shinsou's the better guy! He deserves (Y/N)!"

But before they could leave the cafeteria, Mr. Aizawa stomped in the room and immediately erased Hitoshi's Quirk.

All of Hitoshi's brainwashed victims stared blankly and swished their head around, wondering what just happened. But this backfired on Hitoshi, because his "butlers" let go of his throne, and he crashed to the floor with a scream.

Mr. Aizawa went on his intercom and announced, "Attention all male students! I will NOT allow you to use your Quirks to try to manipulate a girl into asking you to the dance."

"BUT I MADE A UNICORN!" Katsuki roared.

"Yes, I know. It's on the top of my bookshelf collecting dust—along with all the other trinkets you boys have given (Y/N). I have spoken. Peace out." He crawled back into his sleeping bag and fell asleep.

I couldn't be more embarrassed and traumatized than I already was! Mr. Aizawa mortified me in front of the entire school!!! So, I decided to take action. I stalked up to his unconscious self and kicked his sleeping bag.

"YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!! I'M A TEENAGER! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!!"

"Stop wasting time and make a decision. Just ask one of them out already, so they can quit acting desperate."

Maybe he was right. So, after school and several more attempts from guys to make me choose them for a dance partner—I finally sucked up my courage and decided to ask. . .

Katsuki Bakugou.

I was really impressed with his glass unicorn figurine, so yes.

I sent him a message through Pictochat on my Nintendo DS. I tried to write him a message in cursive that said, 'Hai, meet me on the rooftop.' With a picture of a happy face next to it. I was just hoping he was able to read my garbage handwriting.

Literally the next two seconds later, Katsuki shot himself up on the roof with explosions supporting him from under his hands. He looked like Mario in Super Mario Galaxy or something.

"I got your Pictochat," he confirmed. "Is something wrong?"

"Wow, you could have used the stairs," I laughed.

"I wasn't downstairs though."

"What?"

He crossed his arms. "Yeah. I was sitting in my hag's car, waiting for her to order me a Happy Meal. But when I got your message, I shot through the window and blasted myself back here."

I peered over his shoulder, noticing the McDonald's sign off in the distance. I can't believe he practically "flew" this far to see me.

"So, wazzup?" he asked me, taking a spoonful of his McFlurry which he brought with him apparently.

I shuffled my feet around. "I uhm—wanted to know if you. . .wanted to go to the dance with me?"

"WAIT, REALLY—I mean uh, you mean it?"

"Yeah!" I beamed. "Your gift was really thoughtful. It showed me a softer side to your. . .err, brusque personality!"

In that exact second, he chucked his McFlurry off the rooftop and pulled me into his arms for a hug. I was surprised since I've never seen him act so affectionate before. As I returned his gesture, All Might screamed from the ground level, "HEY!! WHO THREW A McFLURRY ON MY HEAD!?"

"Oh, yeah. I need to do something first," Katsuki commented, his content face now contorting into a sinister grin.

Oh no.

So, Katsuki tramped over to the edge of the building and stepped his one foot on the railing, staring down at the students below him like they were puny ants.

"HEY!!!" he roared out to the entire country of Japan—due to how loud his voice was. "GUESS WHAT!!!"

All the students from below looked up at him, wondering what the heck he was doing up so high.

"WHAT!?" Deku's voice echoed back.

"(Y/N) ASKED ME TO THE DANCE, AND I SAID YES. SO, YOU OTHER HOSERS CAN BACK OFF CUZ SHE'S ALREADY GOT A DATE!!!"

"She asked Bakugou!?" Hanta murmured to Fumikage, a bit upset.

"Uh, Katsuki?" I nervously smiled. "You don't have t—"

"SO, EAT THAT, NERDS!!!"

All of the guys were now booing at Katsuki, and trying to throw random objects at him—but he was too high up. Instead of continuing with his triggering announcement—he gave his audience a big thumbs down and left their line of sight.

"I just needed to get that out of the way," he told me with a triumphant smirk.

"I see that."

I was beginning to wonder if I should ask Eijiro for the phone number of Katsuki's parole officer.

Nonetheless, I was so happy that I got a date to the dance! The only thing now—was I had to pick out a dress with the other girls.

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Plot twist: Katsuki is a unicorn.