AN: Uhuhuhu. Because the BNHA movie gave us white roses to add onto our collection of delicious crumbs. This prompt combines two ideas that have been nagging me for some time now.
Happy reading~ :D
Day Two: Roses
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When I wake up the dream isn't done
I wanna see your face and know I've made it home
If nothing is true, what more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you
I am still painting flowers for you
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"Here, ya go, Bro!" Eijirou excitedly and with much care, smooths out a set of formal clothes placed on top of the moody blond's bed.
He leans over to align a black tie right in the center of the dark grey and black vest to show him how the ensemble would look completed by the missing tie. The entire outfit consisted of a crimson red form-fitting long sleeve dress shirt, dark vest with embroidered white roses to the sides, black long tie and slacks, with a dark brown leather belt with a gold buckle and dark brown dress shoes.
Katsuki's throat rumbles with a 'tsk.'
"Why the hell is it mandatory for us to even go to this stupid dance?" the sixteen-year-old annoyedly complains.
Eijirou shakes his head, knowing that his friend would have to be dragged on the day of their dance to the event. "It's all part of the high school experience" he tells him with a chuckle. He had gone up and down all over town like a mad man in order to find the blond something he'd somewhat like to wear, being picky when it came to fashion and utterly refusing his father who's a fashion designer for any help on the matter.
Katsuki crosses his arms with a bitter frown marring his features, "I really don't give a shit"
The red-head in front of him knows that he doesn't but as his close friend, he's not about to let a temper tantrum wedge itself between Katsuki actually participating in special high school events that happen once in a lifetime and having him regret not going in the future. Who knows, Eijirou just might get thanked one day for all his efforts.
"Okay, you might not," he momentarily bites his inner cheek as the mischievous red-head thinks of his next jab, "but I'm sure your girlfriend will greatly appreciate it"
He knows he's got him there, no matter how expressively explosive the taller guy is, he has one weakness and that's one fifteen-year-old bubbly, kindhearted, badass, petite girl.
Katsuki groans, giving up on arguing, "I fuckin' hate you"
"I love you too!" Eijirou victoriously laughs, helping to scoop up the clothes off the bed to place on a hanger so it doesn't wrinkle, "just you wait and see how cute her dress is~" he teases, having gone shopping with Ochako for her outfit.
"Whatever" Katsuki grumbles, secretly envious of the fact that his friend knows before him what his own girlfriend is going to be wearing for the dance that is fast approaching on them.
"Well now that, that's settled" Eijirou stretches and yawns, "I'm going to bed, later, Dude!" he dismisses himself, softly closing the door behind him as he exits and leaves for his own dorm right next door down the hall.
With the energetic red-head finally gone, the feisty blond gets ready for bed and knocks out with looming thoughts of the upcoming dance. The deeper his sleeping state dives into, his mind starts to wander into old long forgotten memories that live deep within him.
He's dreaming, envisioning himself as a third party overlooking past events of his childhood.
He's a ghost, wispy, transparent, unable to touch anything nor be heard by anyone.
He's suddenly distorted by a young version of himself phasing right through him – a ten-year-old.
Ten-year-old Katsuki is wearing orange shorts with suspenders dangling down his back, a gold pocket watch peeking out of his left front pocket, white button-down shirt with a orange-white striped vest, white socks, and black dress shoes. On top of his head, a pair of fluffy honey brown rabbit ears mesh perfectly into his ash blond hair.
"Ahh, I'm late! I'm late, dammit!" he yells, yanking the pristine gold chain of his ancient pocket watch as he checked the time. A small fluffy round bunny tail swishes around behind him in anxious eagerness. Running down the green maze, tall neatly trimmed hedges surround sixteen-year-old's Katsuki's view. Further ahead, a faint clearance can be seen leading to a location that he vaguely remembers in the present.
Present Katsuki follows his younger self, running up to keep up with the frantic boy. Was he like this when he was younger? Always aiming to be on time for whatever the occasion may be and cursing when he was cutting it close? It almost makes him chuckle to see that some things never change.
His younger self makes his way towards the clearing, briefly blinded by the bright light of a whitish-yellow sun. Once his eyes adjust to the new location, Katsuki finds himself following his ten-year-old self in a centerfield with a gorgeous water fountain. Crisp air ruffles his hair as glistening running water sparkles with the sun's reflection.
His younger self's bunny ears twitch as he catches the wind. He struggles to lean over the stone fountain's edge as he sticks his hand into the glowing waters to take out a hidden gold key. Sticking his little tongue out, he hums and has an 'a-ha!' moment once it's within reach.
Fixing his wrinkled clothes, he checks the time once more. "Shit! Now, I'll really be late!" he curses as he speeds off in a winding way, twisting, twirling, going this way and that. Present Katsuki nearly loses his himself until he realizes that he's done this before, so very long ago that he's amazed that somewhere deep inside him, he can still remember this detail.
Ten-year-old Katsuki stops at a random locked door guarded by a sleepy mouse, a boy decked out in similar clothes as he, except in green and white. "Hurry and open up, Deku!" his younger self hops in place, switching between legs as he throws the key on the sluggish boy's lap.
The green-haired boy with wildly untamed hair drowsily looks up at him, eyelashes fluttering as he focuses on the task at hand. "Please wait a moment, Kacchan~" he mumbles, telling the impatient bunny as the mouse crawls over to the small door to unlock it.
Present Katsuki's mind can't begin to comprehend the logic behind a medium sized key fitting into a tiny keyhole but magically it does. He's already pinched himself multiple times to confirm that this is a dream. His younger self doesn't bother to thank the green-haired boy, 'typical' he thinks to himself as he watches himself crawl on his knees to enter.
Doing the same, they get past the grassy threshold unharmed by the drastic size change. His younger self, wipes the green stains off his reddening knees. Obsessed with the time, he clicks his tongue, hating that he's now really cutting it close.
Katsuki makes his way towards a beautiful sweetly scented garden filled with white roses. There, he clasps his hands together and firmly points his hands inside a hedge as if his hands were a knife slicing into a cake. He parts the prickly hedge to reveal a secret bucket of pink paint, taking the opened bucket he hurriedly goes to a shorter bush of white roses that he can reach at his height. Plucking a single white rose, he takes a thin paint brush that was stashed in his right front pocket.
How present Katsuki hadn't seen the hidden paint brush, he doesn't know.
The ten-year-old boy meticulously paints the white rose pink, making sure not to drip a single drop on his clothes nor the grassy ground. When he's satisfied with how the petals turned out, he shoves everything back into their secret location to use for another day.
His sixteen-year-old self raises a curious brow, unsure of how any of this relates to the vague sense that he's been here before. Something tugs at his heart, knowing that he's missing one very important detail.
It suddenly hits him like a brick when he hears his younger self loudly yell. "Where's my Angel?!" as he runs to his last and final destination of another fountain, a small vintage white wrought-iron table with two chairs placed to the side of the identical looking fountain that they had traveled to earlier.
One seat is occupied by a little girl, nine-years-old, wearing a soft baby pink dress with a white ruffled apron over the dress, white petticoat underneath to poof out her dress, white tights with low-heeled black T-strapped mary jane shoes with mini bows decorating the front bottom. Her hair is adorned with a black ribbon headband, light breeze swaying her bangs as she looks up.
She's sipping tea from a rainbow porcelain china set, instantly smiling at the sight of the boy in front of her. "You've made it!" she brightly smiles, warming his temperamental heart. "Would you like one?" she kindly offers the boy, setting down her cup of tea to pick up a tray of assorted sugar cookies. They had colorful vibrant frosting with short words written in icing such as 'try me', 'eat me', 'take one.'
Katsuki, his younger self, shakes his head as he walks over to the girl. She shrugs her shoulders figuring that he wouldn't take her up on a cookie, not too keen on sugary sweets. In that moment, he forgets all about his troubles now that he's finally with her.
"Where's my Angel?" he softly says this time, getting down on one knee in front of her. This time he doesn't care if he gets dirty.
"I'm right here, silly!" her melodious giggles tingle his bunny ears in a pleasant way.
He unveils the freshly painted pink rose that he kept hidden behind him. Bunny ears and tail twitching as he watches her face light-up by receiving a gift.
"It's so pretty!" she gasps, cautiously and gently tapping a rose petal to make sure it was fully dry. The last time he had given her a rose, she made the mistake of sticking her nose into it to smell it and looked like a pink-nosed bunny for hours. She had made him laugh so hard that he had tears forming at the corner of his eyes as he doubled-over and clutched his stomach when the fits of laughter wouldn't cease.
She leans to her side to lift a small clear blue glass colored vase to place on top of the table. The vase contains all his other painted roses, all in her favorite color of pink. In no time, she'll have a full healthy bouquet.
"You're prettier" he tells her with a slight blush, leaning down to lovingly kiss the top of her head.
She's about to open her mouth to reply when his sixteen-year-old self gets swooshed away from the tender moment. He's pissed that he couldn't hear what the young girl was going to say as Katsuki finds himself now on his dorm room's carpeted floor rather than on his bed. Alarm clock setting on his phone going off in the sounds of exploding fireworks. He grumpily shuts it off and gets up for the day, strange dream consuming him as he internally fights with himself to remember everything that happened.
He knows that later in the day, he'll have to call his mom to ask her about it. Knowing that she'd know about the European styled garden maze location. For now, he has something far more important to do. While he's not going to go paint roses for her by hand, he does buy and gives her a single pink rose every single day leading up to the date of the dance.
By the end of the night of the school dance, he meets her at the balcony.
"You're almost scaring me with how sweet you've been" she tells him with a giggle, silently taking the new pink rose he offers her.
He scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes, "I can be romantic, dammit"
She cups his cheek in her hand, tip-toeing to gain an inch to reach his face, "I never said you weren't" she sticks her tongue out at him.
"Thank you, Katsuki" she quickly pecks his cheek.
He feels the blush forming on his cheeks, suddenly feeling like he's ten again. "You're my Angel, Ochako"
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Done! To be continued.
See ya tomorrow!
I don't own Ochako Uraraka or Katsuki Bakugou and all other characters mentioned or those that will be used in this fic – Boku No Hero Academia is owned by Kohei Horikoshi. Nor do I own the song lyrics for Painting Flowers by All Time Low I used in the very beginning.
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