[Y/N]

⇛ two ⇚

"i'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest."

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present time

chatter and reflection of the year rushed over in a tidal wave over the class as they sat in the dorm common room, yet [y/n] sat on a barstool alone at the counter, silent as a mouse.

todoroki noticed this, as well as her heavy frown, and walked over to her, hopping up on a barstool beside the girl. "what's wrong [y/n]? prom is tonight, why aren't you excited?"

"oh, todoroki!" [y/n] laughed nervously, "nothings wrong.. and don't worry i'm excited—" she flashed a smile, "—just nervous about my dress and stuff. my appointments are in an hour and i'm kind of stressing about it all."

"don't fret," he said softly as he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "i'm sure you'll look stunning as always."

she laughed softly, "thank you todoroki."

he removed his hand and took a sip of his water bottle as she glanced over to him and asked, "how's momo doing? i haven't seen her all day. is she okay?"

"she's fine," he reassured with a smile, "she's just making sure everything's perfect for her!"

she smiled, "great! i'm sure you two will look cute!!"

"actually, on the topic of that..." he pulled a bag sitting on the counter over to him, "can i have your assistance for a minute?"

"of course!"

he held up two corsages, both stunning. "which one do you think would suit momo better?"

the girl stared at them both intently, before pointing to a pink and black themed one. "this one! it matches both of your outfits."

he smiled and hopped off the barstool, "thank you [y/n]!"

"no problem!" she shouted as he walked away, but then went back to her frown as she stared in thought at the marble countertop. it'd been a day since she left the voicemail, and katsuki hadn't even spared her a glance.

i guess i did say to express himself with his actions... it was stupid of me to think that what i said would make everything okay.

her phone buzzed suddenly, the timer going off signalling that she needed to get ready to go to her appointments.

"shit..!"

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it was all too much; the lights, the music, the heat... she couldn't take it anymore.

so she busted through the gymnasium doors, heart beating a mile a minute. she walked down the hall a few steps before sliding her back down the cool wall until she was sitting on the floor.

"all i wanna do is run away..." she muttered quietly to herself, but jumped when the gym doors opened and midoriya and ochaco walked out, giggling with their arms around each other.

both their faces were tinted red, so [y/n] assumed they got into kaminari's alcohol stash.

"[y/n]!!" ochaco cheered, unhooking from izuku and running over to her. "did you see— what's wrong?"

she wiped a finger under her eye and saw black smudged on it, so she tried to laugh softly. "i got an eyelash in my eye; my mascara must've ran!"

"oh.." she trailed off before reaching into her purse, "well... here, it'll make you feel better!"

she handed the other girl a flask, as well as a single use makeup wipe and some of her extra mascara.

she laughed again and thanked her before the brown haired girl hooked back onto izuku and they stumbled back into the gym, completely forgetting what they came into the hall for.

she stood up, walking down the corridor to the girls washroom, where she could still hear the music from the gym.

she then tried to clean her face up, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"my makeup is making me look like a raccoon.." she mumbled quietly to herself, laughing bitterly before wiping even more mascara out from under her eyes.

maybe i had too many expectations; i hurt him badly, did i really think he'd drop everything to come be with me?

"is [y/n]'s bitch ass in here?"

"w-what?" she said back, startled by the voice.

"dude you can't just go into the ladies room!"

"watch me."

"what?!"

"just fucking go away and be with scotch tape! i'll be fine."

"k-katsuki?"

she was met with his harsh eyes as he walked into the washroom.

"what the fuck are you doing in here, huh?! crying in your shitty prom dress on one of the greatest nights of our lives?? yeah, i dont think so."

he grabbed her arm, tugging her away from the sinks and the mirrors and out into the hallway towards the gym.

"katsuki!"

he stopped the two outside of the gym doors.

"i got your shitty voicemail.." he muttered.

all i wanna do is run..

she pulled the flask out of her purse. "forget about that right now."

they both took long swigs of the strong and burning drink, whiskey, before walking into the gym together.

"i better see your ass on the dance floor waiting for me next slow song."