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Did you still want to go on that da - to the gala thing?

[ Or...not. He's, as usual, anxious about things. ]

The gala thing?

[So much for improvements.]

We talked about it last month? [ Though he's not surprised Katsuki forgot, since Izuku assumed from the start it was more a placating agreement than anything important on his end. ]

Are you talking about the charity dinner?

[There've been a lot of events recently, with the festival and shit, not to mention this crap that happened today.

Give his brain a break.]

It's not a big deal, I can find a date or something?

[ But yes, that's what he was talking about. ]

I know you weren't super excited for it or anything to start with.

Uh... I guess so. That means I'm gonna have to find some dress clothes.

[Not really his preference, but if Izuku wants to go, probably better than getting puppy eyes at him.]

[ He's getting sad eyes regardless here, although Izuku's at least giving them to the ceiling instead of Katsuki specifically. ]

I don't mind what you wear.

If it's a formal dinner at a fancy restaurant, I'm not going in a pair of jeans and a fucking t-shirt.

And neither are you.

[Oh yeah, you're getting dressed up too, dammit.]

Um, I was planning to get dressed up. Might ask Jiro-san if she'll take me shopping?

[ He...knows he kinda sucks at fashion. ]

Forget it. I'll fucking dress you up myself.

[Because you suck at fashion!]

But...

[ He totally does. He knows this. And yet Izuku is kind of pouting. ]

Then it's just like going somewhere with my mom or something.

Then bring Earphones with you.

[You're not getting out of this. You can't be trusted to shop for dress clothes by yourself.]

I will! I mean, I kind of like the idea of you dressing me up, but - um -

[ Hm. He's kinda torn? If he goes that way he's guaranteed to be in something Katsuki can tolerate, and they get to shop together. But if he doesn't, maybe he can actually kinda impress Katsuki the day of?

...no, that's probably not gonna happen. ]

Um, I guess it's fine either way, it doesn't really matter.

"but - um"?

[Don't say you kinda like something and then backtrack almost instantly! Katsuki rolls his head to the side and scowls at him from his bed. Waiting.]

Do you want to or not?

[ Okay but it's not a simple answer! ]

I don't know. Wouldn't that make it even less special when we go to dinner?

It's a dinner for charity. It's not a romantic getaway. You ever been to a social dinner before?

[Wait, he can answer that himself.]

Just the group dinners at the Heights. No one invited me to anything before then or accepted my invitations.

[ If he sounds sad, it's not even about that. He was used to that part already and even though it was 90% Katsuki's fault...it's not even meant as an attack.

It really is just a dinner for charity, and there's nothing special about it. ]

Um, I already knew it wasn't a romantic getaway. I'm not...good dating material for anyone, that wasn't what I meant.

Deku, if you wanna go on a fucking date, then don't waste it on a damn social dinner.

[Surrounded by a bunch of people, a business angle on the whole event, food you can't even order outside of three options. It's not date material.

Of course it's not a special thing! Not "special" in the date version.]

I'd rather go somewhere else with you.

I-I thought the booths would be fun. There's some kinda face painting one even...

[ But also he hasn't quite grasped any of what Katsuki just said intellectually just yet because his brain is making unhelpful grinding noises. ]

[Can he mentally facepalm because the 4th most intelligent kid in class can be so fucking stupid??]

That's not even on the same day. But yeah, I was planning on going just to look.

No, um, I know, but I figured you'd only go to one thing and probably wouldn't like any of the booths I was interested in.

[ He does have memories of going to a festival together ages ago - or rather, in a group. ]

I have to kind of ration it...

Do you even know what booths are gonna fucking be there?

[They'll get the flyer upon arrival. Unless someone's been sneaking peeks.]

Ration what? Booths?

Your tolerance for spending time with me...and I know a few people running booths, so I wanted to visit those ones.

[ He figured a lot of food, besides the ones he knows. ]

You don't have to leave with me if I go home early.

Just don't take thirty minutes per booth.

N-no, I know, that's not really...

[ He drags his hands down his face. ]

I just get the impression that living together takes up a lot of the time you're willing to give to me, and I don't want to impose.

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