Yuki Sohma x Reader: Prom Night

YukixReader: Prom Night
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You spent three hours getting ready for Prom. One would think that today would have been a day of going out and about to hair salons with friends, having picked out dresses with them the week before, but the moments leading to this special night you spent with your mother.

    The sun is setting. You are sitting in a chair in your bathroom as your mom curls your hair. Your makeup has already been done by her, because you did not know how to. You weren’t used to it, either. The mascara on your eyelashes tickles your eye, but you love how special, how beautiful, it makes you feel.

    As you wait patiently for her to finish, your mom smiles at you.

    “You are so beautiful- you will have boys lining up for a dance!”

    You blush. Like your mom, you also have hope that tonight will be the night of your dreams. You would no longer be alone, and maybe even find your Prince Charming.

    Your mother sets down the last curl. “There...Wow, my girl is growing up,” she says nostalgically, her voice almost cracking. “Now go get changed, I know you’ll be stunning.”

    Gingerly, you step around your mother and walk to your closet. Hanging up is a long, strapless, light pink gown, studded with sparkles towards the bottom. You remember picking it out with your mother just the weekend before. You step out of your bathrobe and put the dress on, and step out of the closet, where a full-length mirror stands. You are stunned by what you see.

    Looking in the mirror was a beautiful young lady whose [e/c] eyes sparkle in compliment to the hem of your gown, accented by delicately applied eye-makeup- light pink eye shadow, but not too much, accompanied by mascara and eyeliner. Your [h/c] hair falls in delicate curls above your mermaid-style dress that perfectly fits your figure. This might as well be a movie. Your heart feels elated and you feel a sort of blissful happiness bubble up inside your chest.

    “You do look stunning,” your mom tells you with another passionate compliment. “Are we ready to go?” It is almost time to leave, and you wanted to get there exactly on time.

    “Yes,” you reply, and add, a little more quietly and with gratitude as you turn around, “Thank you… so much, Mom. I’m so glad I spent this time with you.” And you are. Even though it sounds a little cheesy when you say it, this sort of togetherness was so much better than arguing; in fact, this made it feel as if those past arguments over test grades had all just flitted away, as if they hadn't even existed.

    Together you walk to the front door, your mom grabbing her purse on the way. “Hold it,” she says, and she asks for a picture before you go.

    The two of you get into the car, and you ride in passenger’s seat. You are silent with excitement, holding your breath the entire way there, glancing at your Mom every now and then as she drives. Once she catches you, and you smile back at her.

    You arrive. Breathlessly, you then get out of the car.

    “Goodbye, Mom. Love you,” you say.

    “Bye, sweetie. Have fun, and remember to stay safe,” she replies as only a mother could.

    You are all on your own now. No more holding your mother’s hand. But you are hopeful. You walk into the gym in high spirits.

    But during the first half hour of Prom, you find yourself with no particular place to go. The techno music screeches in your ear, and other teens drift by you as if you were a ghost. You try to tell yourself that this is normal, that things will still turn out great, and plaster on a smile. But it was plastered, not wholly real.

    Suddenly, someone calls your name.

    “Hey, [y/n]! You look beautiful!”

    Your heart does a little jump. You look up hopefully to find the owner of the voice. But the speaker, a girl in high heels and a skimpy dress, drifts right by you and hugs someone else who happens to share your name. Even when you open your mouth to say something, the girl does not even pay heed to her mistake, not even offering an apologetic smile.

    Just seconds after this encounter unfolds, your heart crashes. You feel rejected and embarrassed beyond belief. It hurts so much more when disappointment is in the mix. It seems irreparable. You close your eyes tightly, fighting back tears. It was like you were a ghost.

    Closing your eyes even tighter, you escape back to your room just two hours before. Smiling and laughing with your mom, you feel on top of the world. She is doing your hair, and calls you a Princess. Then, you had her love, and she had yours.

    But now she -and that moment- is gone. You want to run back to her, crying, begging that the two of you do something else, something special together.

    Tears begin to slip down your cheeks.

    Mom, take me home. I can’t take it any longer. I want to be happy again before it’s too late.

    You make a hiccup sound as you choke on the tears- and it seems like your heart does, too. Your chest heaves a little. Nobody notices. Your feelings crash too fast with your mask; you were trying too hard to deny that this wasn’t not what you expected.

    Finally you rush to the wall, covering your eyes with your shoulder to make sure that nobody can see you. Hours of work your mom spent on your makeup, all gone, just as fleetingly as the feeling that had carried your worries away just hours earlier. This makes you feel terrible, lost. It hurts you even more.

    Once you reach the wall, you unclasp your sparkling, light pink hand-purse and grasp your phone, lingering on the decision to call your mom. No, you won’t call her. You cannot make her sad. That would take away all remaining traces of your happy memory.

    Biting your lower lip in grief, you look with clouded vision at the floor. Please cheer up… for the sake of that moment! You try to recollect yourself. But it hurts too much. Maybe you’ll go for a walk.

    You begin making your way to the double doors of the gym. You take one look back. You recognize a few people, and seeing them laughing together makes you feel so alone.

    Yuki Sohma, Tohru Honda, with her date Kyo Sohma, and her friends Hanajima and Uotani stand together in their small clique. All the girls are dressed in simple yet elegant gowns. You are so close to them, but you don't think that any of them seem to be taking any notice in you at all.

    Suddenly, though, Yuki looks over his shoulder and catches your eye, although you try not to find any significance in the gesture. Before you can bashfully turn your head away, he whispers something in Tohru Honda’s ear; and that's when the others begin to look at you, too. After a few seconds, Tohru gives you one last glance (by now, you are getting a little embarrassed), nods at Yuki, and smiles sweetly as she nudges his shoulder with her free hand as if in encouragement; the other is interlocked with Kyo’s.

    Not intending to look like you’re stalking them or anything, you look down and quietly take your leave. You had been secretly hoping that they would notice you and invite you over, but you knew better by now. They were probably just gossiping about you. You should have known all along. You dip your head and press down on the handle to the double doors.

    A split second later, there is a voice behind you.

    “Miss [y/n]?” a quiet voice says politely. You turn around. You couldn’t help but feel your heart do another little hopeful jump.

    Yuki Sohma stands in front of you. His gray-purple hair appears the same as always, but he looks like a real gentleman in his white tuxedo and light purple carnation.

    “Why are you standing all alone?” he asks.

    “I-I” you stutter, your voice still caught with previously-shed tears. “I don’t have a date, a-and… no…”

    He brushes your face gently with his fingers. Your cheeks flare up at the unexpected touch.

    “A princess…” he murmurs. You look around nervously, afraid that you are being watched.

    You are. Members of the Prince Yuki Fan Club linger around, with disgusted looks on their faces. But you notice Tohru Honda and Kyo (who seems to be along for the ride) beginning to work about the onlookers, saying something to each of them that makes them turn their heads away. Uotani and Hanajima, on the other hand, intimidate the rest with dirty looks.

    You hold your breath. Are they doing this for you?

    Yuki draws your attention again, and all of a sudden, everybody else seems so far away.

    “A princess like you… shouldn’t be alone.” He leans in, then whispers ever so softly:

    “May I be your prince, then?”

    By now your heart is beating rapidly. Is this really happening?

    His hand drifts down from your cheek until it finds yours. He tugs on it gently.

    “Would you like to dance?”

    “Yuki…” You whisper his name, but couldn’t finish your sentence. He proceeds to lead you through the throng of elated teens.

    Once you are in the center of the dance floor, he turns you around so that you are facing him. You are vaguely aware that Tohru and her friends are still working to make sure that you get to keep your perfect moment.

    Yuki Sohma lifts your hands up midway, fingers interlocked with his, and you begin to sway, softly, slowly.

    It seems at that moment that time stops. Everyone disappears except Tohru Honda and her friends working in the background, yourself, and Yuki. The ear-splitting music fades. The color-changing lights flit lightly over the dance floor, lingering on a romantic shade of red, which floods the room in a gentle hue. What once seemed like a rave was now a ball. And you are its Princess.

    “You are beautiful, Miss [y/n],” he tells you. “Why don’t you show this side of you more often?”

    Flattered, you look into his violet eyes. He smiles a charming smile that stops your heart.

    “Th-thank you… My mom did it for me, so…”

    You sway for a little longer, gently back and forth. It didn’t match the tempo of the pop music muffled in the background, but you couldn’t hear it anyway. The moment seems timeless, eternal. Your palms only lightly brush his, but to you this is close enough. Just you and a Prince, on this special night…

    And just like that, your worries are carried away once more, and, this time, for all.

    “Do you like this, Miss [y/n]?” Yuki asks.

    “Y-yes, very much,” you admit. Your cheeks are warm and it feels like your heart might just take off and fly away; you savor the feeling and the moment.

    Mom, you should see me now. I found my prince, you think with happiness. It overwhelms you, and you glance down quickly. A tear slips down your cheek- but this time it is one of joy.

    Yuki brushes his lips lightly against the top of your hair in a gentle caress, then tilts up your chin, looking into your eyes. He traces the tear and says nothing, but concern fills his dark violet eyes.

    You smile, just to assure him that you are okay, and laugh for the first time since you arrived. Not too long ago, it almost seemed like you would never laugh again.

    “T-thank you, Yuki!” You say in a rather sudden outburst, and let out a short sob. You weren’t able to hold it back. “Thank you!”

    Yuki smiles that dazzling smile again. He draws you closer. You feel his hands around your waist, and you look up at him. You continue your timeless dance, just the two of you.

    The moment draws on and on, seeming almost like hours. But that’s okay. You didn’t want it to end.

    Throughout the night, Yuki was your Prince, and you his Princess. You had fun. You laughed. You danced. Even the little things stood out in your memory.

    Yuki looks at you after the song ends at last. “Do you like punch?” he asks. You giggle at the random inquisition.

    “Yeah,” you reply.

    “Me too,” he smiles. “Let’s go get some.”

    Hand in hand, you make your way through the crowd again. You reach the punch bowl, and that is when you meet Uotani, Hanajima, Tohru, and Kyo (who still seemed rather impartial and along for the ride). Two more boys appear, Hatsuharu and Momiji. You knew that they were sophomores, but they still managed to get into the Junior Prom.

    Hatsuharu looks at Yuki and mouths something that you could not make out, but he shows a look of concern and curiosity. Yuki nods at him.

    “Yuki-kuuun!” Momiji exclaims as he bounces in front of you. “Who’s the pretty girl? Huuuhhhh? Why’re you always so lucky, Yukiiii?”

    Yuki rolls his eyes at the boy's silliness, and gently nudges you forward to introduce you. “This is Miss [y/n].” He tilts his head politely as he urges you on towards the others.

    “Oh, hi! I know you! Remember me? From Grammar class?” Tohru bubbles. You tell her you do.

    Kyo glares at Yuki, and begins to say, “What are you up to now, you damn r-,” but Tohru gives his arm a little shove, and he cuts off there. But Yuki was still able to make a show of ignoring him.

    Hatsuharu, who had drawn closer to Yuki, nods in greeting to you. “H-hi,” you say, returning the greeting. You find his white-and-black hair unusual but it doesn’t bother you much at all, and nor does his rebel-like way of dressing.

    Yuki leaves your side for a moment, then returns with two glasses of punch, and hands one to you. You thank him as you pass it into your other hand.

    You spend the rest of your time getting to know the Sohmas, Tohru, and her friends. What you found especially amusing was Kyo’s obvious competition with Yuki, and how Momiji would offer up brief but excessive commentary on it. And while the two were at one of their one-sided (on Kyo’s part) spats, you would spend time chatting with Hatsuharu, who would cast a side-glance towards them every now and then, a look of amusement dancing across his eyes. As you talk to him, you find that he was a lot calmer than you expected him to be, and also nicer. Tohru and her friends were also very welcoming. You take a liking to them all immediately.

    And so your night becomes exactly what you first thought it would be, and more. You felt not only welcome, but also appreciated, among friends. It didn’t matter who got Prom Queen and King, you were perfectly where you wanted to be.

    But eventually, the night does end. The music stops. The lights turn up. An emcee announces:

    “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! That’s it for tonight!”

    The hum of the other partygoers fills the room as they funnel out of the gym’s double doors. You and your new friends stay behind, along with a few stragglers and janitors. It would seem that the ball would fade just as quickly as the lights turned up and the party concluded, so suddenly, but it was not so.

    You look at Yuki, who is holding your hand. You look up at him.

    “Until next time, my Princess,” he says.

    You feel like you want to cry from the bittersweet feelings that are fluttering in your chest and squeeze his fingers.

    “Yes.”

    Now, you know that you may never have it as extraordinary as this ever again. You accept that.  Whose first magical moments aren’t one of a kind? Even though Yuki may treat all girls in this kind, sympathetic, and quietly charming way, something told you that this was special, for you alone. And you would cherish it forever.

    But there was just one more thing. You wanted to make sure, that this really was as special as you keep it in your heart. And you wanted to make sure that there could still be more magical moments to come. You smile at him.

    “Can we still… be friends?” you ask.

    Yuki immediately looks at Tohru. She grins, as if it prompted some old memory.

    “You remind me… of someone I know. She said that same thing...”  he says and trails off.

    He leans in closer.

    “Yes,” he whispers. “Of course.”

    Your heart soars. Yes, yes! This is perfect. You want to hug him, but decide not to go that far.

    What’s more, he kisses your cheek, making your heart skip even more frantically and your blush deepen even further, before pulling back and gently letting go of your hand. He’s looking at you with those stunning, kind eyes.

    “Would you like me to take you home?”

    You consider, but then you remember the one person who got you here. “No… my mom is waiting for me.”

    He smiles. “If that is what you wish.” As you turn around, he takes your hand and presses something into it.

    His purple carnation. You look back over your shoulder and beam at him.

    “Goodbye, Yuki!”

    “Goodbye, Miss [y/n]. I’ll see you tomorrow.” That’s right. Tomorrow. There is still a tomorrow. This is only the beginning of a new happiness.

    And so you part from Yuki, Tohru and Kyo, Hanajima, Uotani, Momiji, and Hatsuharu. You push open the double doors, and find your mother waiting in the quiet night. You climb into the passenger's seat.

    “How did it go?” your mom asks.

    “You were right. I met my Prince,” you reply with a warm, lovely excitement that nearly rendered you speechless. There was another feeling mixed in there, too, you are sure... it felt like hope. Or was it love?

    You look down at the delicate purple carnation in your hand and lightly, tenderly, draw your fingers over it. You smile.