( his voice is low, but no less demanding as he reaches out for her wrist to stop her from going inside. they had just made it to the building where they were holding her senior prom after what felt like hours of his mother hovering over them and taking more pictures than any person should ever need. it had already made the night feel long, like he shouldn't have agreed to go with her as her date for this thing, but—
he would have hated it if she went with anyone else.
more than that, he would hate it if he let her walk inside as she is. the ride over had messed up her dress—or maybe his mother hadn't done a good job pinning the flowers to the side of her dress in an effort to make them match—and he couldn't let her walk inside with drooping flowers. )
Your dress.
( he gestures to the side of the building then, encouraging her to walk over with him to let him fix it. )
[ Despite all her nervous fidgeting while they took pictures, Ochako hasn’t paid her dress much mind since they’d finished up. There’s no reason for her to be nervous anyway - it’s just a silly dance, just her senior prom, just... Katsuki. But there’s still a hint of a blush bringing color to her cheeks as she turns to the door, stopping short when he takes her by the wrist, a question forming on her lips as she turns.
He beats her to the punch, of course; he always does. So instead her eyes drop to find the flowers on her dress struggling to hang on, and when she looks back up it’s with a small, embarrassed smile. ]
Ah… I didn’t notice.
[ She was a little busy being Not At All Nervous that he’d even agreed to come, and all… If he wants to help her fix it though, all the better - it would be a little hard to do it herself, anyway, so with a nod she steps to the side, where they won’t be in anyone’s way. ]
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( his voice is low, but no less demanding as he reaches out for her wrist to stop her from going inside. they had just made it to the building where they were holding her senior prom after what felt like hours of his mother hovering over them and taking more pictures than any person should ever need. it had already made the night feel long, like he shouldn't have agreed to go with her as her date for this thing, but—
he would have hated it if she went with anyone else.
more than that, he would hate it if he let her walk inside as she is. the ride over had messed up her dress—or maybe his mother hadn't done a good job pinning the flowers to the side of her dress in an effort to make them match—and he couldn't let her walk inside with drooping flowers. )
Your dress.
( he gestures to the side of the building then, encouraging her to walk over with him to let him fix it. )
no subject
He beats her to the punch, of course; he always does. So instead her eyes drop to find the flowers on her dress struggling to hang on, and when she looks back up it’s with a small, embarrassed smile. ]
Ah… I didn’t notice.
[ She was a little busy being Not At All Nervous that he’d even agreed to come, and all… If he wants to help her fix it though, all the better - it would be a little hard to do it herself, anyway, so with a nod she steps to the side, where they won’t be in anyone’s way. ]