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It was only Monday morning and Bakugou was already tired of the shitty extras in his class. Class hadn't even started yet and everyone was standing around talking while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Bakugou was up at Kirishima's desk talking about training when her heard a voice call across the room.
"I didn't know you were interested in fashion Bakugou!"
"Hah?!" Bakugou turned around to see Mina fiddling with the M+M Fashion keychain on his bag.
"Get the fuck away from my shit Raccoon Eyes!"
"M+M Fashion? They are quite high end aren't they?" Hagakure questioned.
"Yes they are! I own a few of their pieces, they are very nice," Momo chimed in.
"What does Bakugou know about fashion? He doesn't even wear a belt." Sero snorted.
"Oh, well, Kacchan's parents run M+M Fashion," Midoriya said and in that moment Bakugou had never hated him more.
"Shut up shitty nerd!" Bakugou roared at him.
"Bakugou-san, your parents are the notorious Mitsuki and Masaru of M+M fashion?" This conversation finally caught the attention of Aoyama.
"What about it twinkle toes?"
"I am just...surprised is all. Do you go to all of their fashion events?"
"Not if I don't have to. The old hag drags me to one or two a year but I don't give a shit about that crap." Bakugou could tell the rest of the class was gearing up with more questions but thankfully Aizawa walked into the classroom and demanded they all sit down. Bakugou hoped that was the end of it but of course nothing is that easy for him and he was cornered at lunch by Aoyama, Mina, and Hagakure.
"So what is the process your parents go through?"
"Do you ever have to model for them?"
"How do your parents continuously put out these amazing pieces?"
"Who else do you know in the industry?"
And more and more questions that Bakugou didn't bother to keep up with.
"I don't know and I don't care. Get away from me you extras!" Bakugou stood up and stormed off. Kirishima called for him to come back and be a good sport but Bakugou didn't listen.
After classes he went straight to his room and tried to ignore the class for the rest of the night. Why did those shitty extras care so much about fashion anyways. Clothes were just clothes, the real appearances mattered in hero costumes and his parents were not costume designers. A knock came at his door and Bakugou growled and yelled for them to leave him alone. Instead of hearing footsteps walk away Bakugou heard his door creak open and the annoying voice of Sparkles for Brains.
"Bakugou-san, I am sorry if we upset you earlier. I am in the hero course, but I have always had a passion for fashion and I got carried away." Most people didn't apologize to Bakugou. He wasn't saying he appreciated but he found it a lot more respectful than the rest of those extras.
"Stop bothering me about fashion, just ask them yourself," Bakugou huffed. Bakugou rummaged around his drawers and pulled out a business card for his parents. Aoyama thanked him and left and Bakugou got the rest of his night to himself.
Bakugou thought that would be the end of this whole fashion affair. He got a text from his mother asking if he knew an "Aoyama Yuuga" and that was it. He went through the rest of his week and nobody really bothered him, well at least not about fashion. The extras were always bothering him for some reason or another. Bakugou honestly forgot about the whole affair until he went home for the weekend to see Aoyama sitting at his dinner table talking to his father.
"Katsuki, come here son. Your friend here was just telling me about his interest in the fashion industry and said that you helped him contact us. That was very nice of you."
"I only did it so he would stop bothering me." Bakugou spit out.
"Well your mother invited him over to talk more about fashion so go get cleaned up and help set the table." Bakugou huffed and stormed off to his room. The whole point of giving Aoyama his parents' phone number was so they could all talk without Bakugou's presence.
Dinner was a full occasion that was filled with lots of spicy food and lots of talk of fashion. Bakugou could tell that Aoyama was not a fan of spicy food but still ate it out of politeness. Most of the conversation Bakugou did not catch because he did not care and it was all something he's heard before. After their meal was finished Aoyama and Mitsuki and Masaru moved to the living room leaving Bakugou to do the dishes. He didn't mind too much though because otherwise he would be dragged to sit and listen to Twinkle Toes and his old hag gush about fashion.
The sun was starting to go down when Aoyama suggested he had overstayed his welcome and should go back to his own house. Mitsuki assured him he was welcome at anytime and insisted he came back another time to continue their conversation. She also insisted that Bakugou walk Aoyama home as it was getting dark fast. Aoyama declined the offer but Mitsuki fussed over it enough that it was obvious neither boy had a say.
Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets as him and Aoyama walked down the sidewalk in silence. It was Aoyama who broke the silence first.
"Thank you for letting me stay and steal some of your parents' attention. They are very kind people." Aoyama's voice was tentative and soft.
"Hah? I didn't get much say there Sparkles." Bakugou grunted. "They invited you, I didn't. I don't care much for fashion anyways, so they probably enjoyed spending time with you than me anyways."
"I do not totally believe that, Bakugou-san."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bakugou stopped walking to glare at Aoyama. Aoyama also stopped and looked at Bakugou as well. There was fire in Bakugou's eyes but Aoyama wasn't scared, in fact, Aoyama thought he had Bakugou figured out.
"I don't think you hate fashion. I also don't think you hate people that much either. For the fashion part, you did your internship with Best Jeanist, who is a big figure in the fashion industry. Your life surrounds fashion and you do not mind one bit. I have noticed how you silently judge the girls' outfits on days they are not wearing a uniform. You actually quite enjoy fashion," Aoyama explained. "As for the people, well you did not yell at me once during dinner and you did not kick me out when you could have. You are quite sweet, Bakugou-san. You are a peach." Aoyama did not wait for Bakugou to respond and continued to walk in the direction of his house. Bakugou growled and sped up to catch up with Aoyama.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about you damn twinkle bitch. Did all of that glitter finally seep into your brain?"
Aoyama did not answer but stopped walking. "This is my house, thank you for a nice night Bakugou-san." Feeling bold Aoyama leaned in and pecked Bakugou on the cheek. By the time Bakugou realized what happened and his hands started to crack with explosions, Aoyama was already in his house.
As much as Bakugou didn't want to think about Aoyama it was hard when he was at their house the rest of the weekend. He came early in the morning and left late into the night. He spent time talking with Mitsuki and Masaru and watching their process and even helped them work on a couple pieces. When Aoyama wasn't at the house Bakugou's parents would rave out the laser boy to their son.
Aoyama also talked with Bakugou. They had a few small conversations about hero training or would just have a small conversation when Bakugou walked Aoyama home.
Monday rolls around again and Bakugou finds himself sitting in class again surrounded by his rowdy classmates. Aoyama walks in but doesn't acknowledge Bakugou which the explosion boy doesn't mind. The rest of the week goes by with minimal interactions between the two boys until the next weekend comes and Aoyama is spending his time at the Bakugou's residence again.
On Sunday Aoyama is sitting in the living room watching an M+M Fashion fashion show that Masaru pulled out as the two ran to their office for a quick second.
"Ah, Bakugou-san, would you like to watch this with me? It is quite interesting."
Bakugou didn't respond but opted to sit on the couch, with as much space between him and Aoyama that he could manage.
The show continued and Bakugou grunted at a few pieces and at one he actually piped up. "That piece was ass. It took Pa forever to make and in the end it didn't sell well. Total waste of time."
"Ah, Bakugou, do you have more information on these pieces?" Aoyama questioned.
"Well yeah, dumbass, I was here when they made them. They are my parents after all."
"So I was correct, you do enjoy fashion." Aoyama sounded thrilled that his hypothesis was proven correct.
"Shut up and watch the show Twinklefarts."
"What ever you say, ma pêche."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"
Bakugou soon fell into a routine in his weeks. On weekdays he would hero train and on weekends Aoyama would come over and he would humor the small bit inside of him that enjoyed the fashion industry. He found himself not minding the sparkly boy or all of the talk of fashion. The two still rarely interacted within the school day but on the weekends it was more than likely that Aoyama was at the Bakugou residence spending time with their family.
It was mid November when Bakugou started to realize he actually liked having Aoyama around. He would never admit it but sometimes he even found himself excited for Aoyama to come over. Not that Bakugou noticed but it was reflected in his actions as well. He sat closer to Aoyama, was more active in conversations, and all of his remarks had more teasing undertones rather than sounding rude.
Aoyama was nice to have around. He kept the family neutral and never took anything Bakugou said too hard. The house was more lively and his parents found more time to be at home instead of in the office. Aoyama and Bakugou were even working together on their own design for suits for themselves.
The two even started interacting in school. Nothing big and dramatic just a couple nods of heads or a glance of recognition. Bakugou also found himself staring at the sparkly boy in class and training more often as well. He was quite a handsome person Bakugou could admit.
It wasn't until the end of November that Bakugou made his first mistake.
It was Monday and the class was once again waiting for Aizawa to come in to class when an article of clothing was placed on Bakugou's desk. It was his deep purple knitted sweater. Aoyama had borrowed it the day before because he forgot his jacket and it was chilly walking back to his house so Bakugou lent him the sweater.
"Thank you, mon ami." Aoyama blew an air kiss at Bakugou and walked back to his desk. Bakugou's face turned red and looked away. He couldn't place why he was so flustered. He shoved the sweater off his desk and stared at the wall until Aizawa got to class.
"What was that about Bakubro?" Kirishima questioned later at lunch. "This morning with Aoyama? I didn't know you guys were close."
"It was nothing, and we're not." Bakugou barked. "Leave me be Hair for Brains."
Bakugou did not like being questioned by the damn extras. It was none of their business. Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari couldn't take the hint though because they continued to talk and theorized about it.
"Wait I've got you! You two are having a secret affair!" Kaminari called out cheerfully, a snicker playing on his lips.
All of a sudden Bakugou's chair was on the floor and his hand was crackling against Kaminari's neck. "Ehh?? Say that again Dunce Face, I dare you."
The table fell silent for the rest of lunch after that.
The rest of the day goes on and later in the dorms Bakugou confronts Aoyama. He didn't know why he was so upset about it but he couldn't get that nasty feeling out from under his skin. That people were talking about him and Aoyama, that they thought something of them.
"Oh Katsu-"
"Stop that shit. Stop acting like that. I'm getting asked weird fucking questions because of you."
"But ma pêche, I thought we were friends now." Aoyama's face was filled with hurt and confusion.
"Hell no. Leave me be. I don't want to be friends with some sparkly fake-French freak." Bakugou shouted. He turned and left before he could see how upset Aoyama was. "Leave me and my family alone."
The rest of the week Bakugou ignored Aoyama and tried not to notice the change in demeanor of the sparkly boy, and himself. Everyone made a note to not bother Bakugou that week and even the teachers let it slide when his training got a bit sloppy.
It wasn't until the weekend when everything blew up in his face.
On a normal weekend Aoyama would come on Friday, sleep the night for Saturday and would stay until 7pm and then would come back at noon on Sunday and stay until 10pm. On Friday Aoyama didn't show up. Bakugou could tell his parents found it off but they didn't mention anything about it. They also didn't mention Bakugou's poor attitude.
It wasn't until Sunday at 1am when Mitsuki thought to bring something up.
"Katsuki, why hasn't Yuuga been around this weekend? Did he have something come up?"
"I don't fucking know. I'm not his damn keeper, you old hag." Bakugou spit out and stormed off. Mitsuki wanted to storm after him but instead pulled her phone out to shoot a text to their missing guest.
Bakugou knew it was bad news when he heard his name roared across the whole house.
"KATSUKI!!! Get down here right now!" Bakugou growled and walked out of his rooms to the steps. Standing at the bottom of them was an angry Mitsuki and a disappointed Masaru. "What have you done?"
"I didn't do nothing!" Bakugou shouted back.
"Why is Yuuga telling me he's not going to be around anymore. That you two had a falling out? What did you do?"
"Leave me along you hag! It's none of your business." Bakugou then turned and hid in his room for the rest of the day. Why did it matter so much? Aoyama was just another kid into fashion, they could find that anywhere.
Monday come around and everything seemed back to normal. At least, what normal was before Aoyama and Bakugou became friends. The two ignored each other and Bakugou was more aggressively devoted to his training than ever. He ignored the pit in his stomach every time he glanced towards Aoyama and went on with his week.
It wasn't until the next weekend that he felt the full effects of his actions. His parents were at the office and it was lonely at his house. Not that he missed his parents, ever since last weekend they were colder than usual. Bakugou got up and went into his work out room only to remember it had been taken over with fabrics and papers. Two tailor dummies sat in the room with half finished suits on either one. Bakugou huffed and kicked at a piece of fabric. The dumb twinkle toes was all over his house. Bakugou started down at the fashion designs at his feet and leaned down to pick it up. It was one of Aoyama's beginning designs he later scrapped. Bakugou needed to fix this.
Bakugou was thankful that the winter season was starting, he could use that to his advantage. Bakugou spent the rest of the weekend holed up in his training room, and the next weekend after that as well. Afterschool Bakugou spent his time in his room or at the store gathering the items he needed. He needed to make it perfect, he knew he screwed up.
As much as Bakugou was scared to admit it, he enjoyed the company of Aoyama. He enjoyed being around the other boy and he made him happier, and that scared him. But Bakugou wasn't a stupid scared nerd so he had to do this.
Friday came and Bakugou set his plan in action. He made sure that nobody saw him as he placed the box on the Aoyama's doorstep, knocking quickly before jetting off. Now all he could do was wait.
Bakugou woke up early on Sunday and took a deep breath. He got up and took a scalding hot shower, fixed his hair, and then made sure he had everything before climbing into his family's car. His mother was talking loud with animated movements and his father sat there listening. Bakugou was staring out the window instead, not caring much for whatever his mother was talking about.
His parents got out of the car, handed him his press pass, and then told him to behave and went off to finish setting up. Bakugou changed into his suit and sat in a room waiting for the show to start. He was sending Kirishima a text when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"Bakugou-san?" Aoyama was standing in front of him. He was wearing the suit with his all access press pass hanging around his neck. Bakugou quickly cleared his throat and stood, pocketing his phone.
"Y-yuuga. You got my gift."
"Ah, yes, thank you." Aoyama looked down at his outfit. Bakugou spent two of his weekends finishing their suits. Aoyama was in flared, pleated, sleek, deep purple pants that looked like a skirt at times and a white, silk, bowknot blouse. On top he wore a black cropped blazer and peaking out from his under his pants was a pair of black heel boots. With the boots on he was taller than Bakugou.
"I'm sure you read my letter but I really am sorry and-"
"I know, mon chéri. Do not worry, your letter was beautiful."
Bakugou started to walk towards Aoyama who gasped, stopping Bakugou in his tracks. "What?"
"Your suit."
Bakugou's own suit was black and hugged his form and a white tie was secured around his neck. His shoes were a deep purple to match his shirt that was black with large deep purple flowers all over it. "I know I changed it a bit from the original design. I hope you don't mind that we match."
"Oh, of course not, it is extravagant. We will be the best looking ones out there, besides the models of course."
Bakugou made his way to Aoyama and held his arm out. Aoyama took it and Bakugou led Aoyama down to the floor where guests are starting to file in. The two boys were seated in the front row on the left side of the runway.
"Who would have thought Bakugou Katsuki would have thought of something so sweet as to bring moi to the Winter M+M Fashion Fashion Show," Aoyama purred.
The show started up and the two watched as models walked down the runway in the line of clothes that Mitsuki and Masaru had been working on since the past winter line. Their hands were clasped together tightly between the two and for once Bakugou wasn't self conscious about his sweaty palms.
At the end Mitsuki and Masaru both walked down the runaway together, their own hands clasped together. As they walked by Mitsuki caught a glance at her son and the way his hand was being gripped by the other boy. She gave a small smile and nod at the two and continued down the runway to give a speech to the crowd. After the speech was other both boys stood and clapped for the two eldest Bakugous and then made their way backstage.
Mitsuki and Masaru both broke away from everyone else to greet the two boys. Masaru ruffled Bakugou's hair as Mitsuki gave Aoyama a hug.
"You did good son," Mitsuki told Bakugou.
"Yes, he really did," Aoyama squeezed Bakugou's hand a bit tighter and leaned down to give Bakugou a kiss on the cheek. "Ma pêche."