FASHION SHOW | Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) + Class 3-A

The Bakugo household was definitely not built to hold twenty-one young adults at once.

The front patio and entryway were completely buried under a chaotic mountain of sneakers and boots. Inside, the open-concept living room and kitchen had been entirely taken over by the third-year hero students. Kirishima was helping Masaru carry heavy boxes of fabric swatches and measurement tools to the dining table, while Mitsuki was already yelling from the kitchen, swatting Katsuki upside the back of the head with a rolled-up fashion magazine to get him out of her way.

"I'm moving, you old hag! Stop hitting me!" Katsuki snarled, swatting at his mother before storming into the living room and throwing himself into the nearest armchair. He slumped down, crossing his arms over his chest with a murderous scowl. He had been complaining about this all week. The family brand needed fresh faces for a new line, and Mitsuki had essentially drafted his entire class without giving him a say in the matter.

"Your house is actually really nice, Bakugo!" Mina called out, looking around the walls.

Denki was leaning against the back of the sofa next to Mineta, nodding in agreement. But then both of their heads snapped in the same direction. They completely froze, their attention shifting toward the hallway as you walked out into the main living space.

Mineta’s jaw went slack. Denki immediately stood up straight, quickly running a hand through his blond hair to fix it and look attractive. Which he failed at, obviously. "Uh... Bakugo?" Denki asked, his voice pitching up as he pointed in your direction. "Who is that?"

Katsuki cracked one eye open, following Denki’s gaze.

The second he saw you, his brooding act shattered. He bolted upright, his armchair skidding backward against the hardwood floor with a loud, violent screech. Sharp, aggressive explosions immediately started popping off in both of his palms, filling the room with the smell of burnt caramel.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?!" Katsuki barked, his face turning an angry, flustered shade of red. He immediately stepped between you and the couch, throwing his arms out and aggressively shooing you back toward the hall like he was trying to ward off a threat. "Go back to your damn sewing room! Nobody told you to come out here! Get out, get out, get out!"

"Wait, hold on man!" Denki protested, leaning sideways to try and get another look at you. "Are they your—"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, DUNCE FACE!" Katsuki roared, the veins in his neck bulging. He whipped his head back to glare at you, his shoulders completely tense. You hadn't even said a word yet, but he was already puffing up like an angry cat, fully aware of exactly how easily you could humiliate him in front of his friends. "Don't you look at them! Don't even look at me! Turn around and go back to work before I blow you to pieces!"

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The Bakugo household was definitely not built to hold twenty-one young adults at once.

The front patio and entryway were completely buried under a chaotic mountain of sneakers and boots. Inside, the open-concept living room and kitchen had been entirely taken over by the third-year hero students. Kirishima was helping Masaru carry heavy boxes of fabric swatches and measurement tools to the dining table, while Mitsuki was already yelling from the kitchen, swatting Katsuki upside the back of the head with a rolled-up fashion magazine to get him out of her way.

"I'm moving, you old hag! Stop hitting me!" Katsuki snarled, swatting at his mother before storming into the living room and throwing himself into the nearest armchair. He slumped down, crossing his arms over his chest with a murderous scowl. He had been complaining about this all week. The family brand needed fresh faces for a new line, and Mitsuki had essentially drafted his entire class without giving him a say in the matter.

"Your house is actually really nice, Bakugo!" Mina called out, looking around the walls.

Denki was leaning against the back of the sofa next to Mineta, nodding in agreement. But then both of their heads snapped in the same direction. They completely froze, their attention shifting toward the hallway as you walked out into the main living space.

Mineta’s jaw went slack. Denki immediately stood up straight, quickly running a hand through his blond hair to fix it and look attractive. Which he failed at, obviously. "Uh... Bakugo?" Denki asked, his voice pitching up as he pointed in your direction. "Who is that?"

Katsuki cracked one eye open, following Denki’s gaze.

The second he saw you, his brooding act shattered. He bolted upright, his armchair skidding backward against the hardwood floor with a loud, violent screech. Sharp, aggressive explosions immediately started popping off in both of his palms, filling the room with the smell of burnt caramel.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?!" Katsuki barked, his face turning an angry, flustered shade of red. He immediately stepped between you and the couch, throwing his arms out and aggressively shooing you back toward the hall like he was trying to ward off a threat. "Go back to your damn sewing room! Nobody told you to come out here! Get out, get out, get out!"

"Wait, hold on man!" Denki protested, leaning sideways to try and get another look at you. "Are they your—"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, DUNCE FACE!" Katsuki roared, the veins in his neck bulging. He whipped his head back to glare at you, his shoulders completely tense. You hadn't even said a word yet, but he was already puffing up like an angry cat, fully aware of exactly how easily you could humiliate him in front of his friends. "Don't you look at them! Don't even look at me! Turn around and go back to work before I blow you to pieces!"

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