《How it All Started... (Deku x Uraraka)*UNDER EDITING!*》The Question...
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The day has finally ended with a beautiful sunset. They walked back to the dorms, exhausted of their practice exercise. Izuku was still wondering why Uraraka looked depressed, Little did he know, Uraraka was waiting for Izuku to ask him a certain question : "Will you go to the prom with me?"
They finally made it back to the dorms, Uraraka went to her room to pick out her clothes for tomorrow, while Midoriya followed her to her room and laid down in her bed, waiting for her to finish picking out her clothes. After she was done, she sat down next to Deku and started playing with his soft, green hair.
"Hey , Uraraka...May I ask you something...?"Deku said staring into her beautiful brown eyes as he held her hand tightly. "Will you go to prom with me?"
I hold her hand as tightly as I can, hoping it stops her from going away. This is possibly the scariest yet most exciting day of my life, the day I get to ask the girl I love to prom. Her big brown eyes drown me into thought, a thought of how much I want her to bless me with those beautiful three letters. Y E S, the words I dreamed of for so long. Finally I can hear them in something other than my dreams. Uraraka is the one girl who makes me truly happy, and she never ceases to do so... especially in this moment.
Izuku finally asked me to go to prom. Did I hear that correctly? Prom?! My heart pounding in excitement, I burt in tears of happiness screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes! A million times YES!!" I gave him the biggest hug I have given, stared into his eyes, and then, it happened. He leaned in and gave me a kiss. WHAT?!?! Am I dreaming?? This is the one thing I wanted, Izuku's love is the only thing I would do anything for... Knowing that he felt the same way made me wonder where it would take us. He wouldn't let me go, until he shyly said: "Sorry Uraraka. I got carried away...". NO. This moment will not end yet. I kissed him one last time and said: "Well I've got a prom dress to pick, so I'll be on my way. See you Izuku, and thank you for making my dreams come true..."
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Izuku blushed, making his face turn from red, to pink, to orange, and all in between. He whispered her a shy goodbye, and quickly grabbed a pillow to contain his excited screams. He pressed the pillow against his face and let out every single scream he could, as if attempting to scare away the butterflies in is stomach. "YEEESSSSSS!!" He powerfully yelled into the soft cushion, accidentally losing grip a bit earlier and scaring his neighbor. Bakugo stormed into the room and yelled: "Shut up you nerd! Can't you see I'm trying to fucking sleep! Just when I thought you couldn't get stupider..!" Izuku was cornering himself out of fright, knowing that Bakugo often lost his temper.
He laid in his bed only to dream of Uraraka in her beautiful, flown, glowing dress, wanting nothing more than to share a magical dance with the love of his life. When he was able to get some rest, he had an amazing sleep.
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