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“I can’t believe you actually convinced me to go to Mina’s stupid party.” Bakugou laughed, setting the meals he cooked down on the table. 

“Yeah,” Kirishima replied quietly. 

The red head had been strangely quiet for the past couple of days, something that was pretty unusual for him. The blonde had been trying the entire week to fill in the silences between them with his own chatter only to receive one word answers back usually. 

“It should be fine though since you’re going to be there.” Bakugou added with a smile, trying to catch the other’s gaze, “I don’t even know how she managed to find an actual space to rent, but that’s just the way she is I guess.” 

When his boyfriend finally glanced up at him, it wasn’t the expression that he was hoping for. 

“I think we should break up.” Kirishima stated with a grimace. 

The smile that Bakugou had on before fell slowly into hurt confusion. 

“What?” He asked softly.

The other stayed silent for a moment, staring at him from across the dining room table. Their other classmates had already eaten and were probably almost ready to head out at this point. Now that he thought of it, it a bit odd that the red head wanted to wait so late in the evening to eat. 

“I think we should break up.” Kirishima finally repeated, seeming more confident the second time around. 

“Why?” Bakugou asked, the sadness clear in his voice, “I don’t understand.”

“I just don’t think this is going to work the way we wanted it to.” He replied, hesitantly looking down at his plate, all his confidence lost again.  

“Do I do something?” Bakugou asked desperately, “What did I do?” 

Kirishima just stared at him with a sad expression. 

“Ei, please. Talk to me. Tell me how I can fix this.” 

Kirishima only shook his head, having the audacity to look exasperated. 

“I’m sorry Bakugou.” He said, standing up from the table and walking out of the room leaving Bakugou to stare at him as he walked away. 

“What the fuck.” Bakugou sniffed, his head falling into his hands as she started to cry. 

He sucked in a stuttering breath, picking up Kirishima’s plate and hurling it at the wall with a miserable yell. 

“You son of a bitch!” He screamed. 

He did the same with his own plate.

“Kacchan?”

Bakugou turned startled to the doorway of the kitchen. “What do you want?” He sniffed, wiping his nose on his sleeve, “did you come to laugh at me?”

Midoriya quickly shook his head in defence. 

“I would never do that!” He reasoned softly, “I just heard someone crying and I was worried.” 

Bakugou sniffed again, glancing at the mess around his feet before grabbing the broom from the closet. 

Midoriya watched him for a moment before stepping closer. “Is everything okay?” He asked softly, grabbing a cloth from the sink to wipe at the food that had spilled across the table. 

The blonde was thankful for the relationship that he and Midoriya had re-built in the last year and a half. This was one of the bonuses of that friendship. It probably stemmed from their time together during horse arrest, talking through emotions while cleaning was pretty therapeutic for the both of them. 

Bakugou stared at him for a second before returning his eyes to the ground as he swept up all the fragments from the plates. “Nothing is okay.” He hissed. 

“What going on?” Midoriya pushed. 

Bakugou remained quiet as he shook the dustpan into the garbage. “Ei broke up with me.” He replied, as tears rolled down his cheeks again, “and I don’t know why. He wouldn’t tell me.” 

“Kacchan, I’m sorry.” Midoriya said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Why? I had it coming.” Bakugou stated with a low chuckle, “I’ve been an asshole my entire life, and when i finally found someone who liked me for the way I was it turned out he didn’t.”

He stared at Midoriya with narrowed eyes. “It’s exactly what I deserve.”

Midoriya stared at him in shock. “Kacchan, everyone deserves happiness.” He said, abandoning the cloth on the table and wrapping him in a hug. 

Bakugou stared at the wall with equal shock before it seemed the dam broke completely. “I just don’t understand.” He cried, trying to wipe away the tears that fell from his eyes, “he didn’t say anything except ‘I’m sorry Bakugou’. He didn’t even call me by my name.” 

“It’ll be okay Kacchan.” He soothed, “just breathe.”

Bakugou returned to his room shortly after, ignoring everyone until he stood in front of his door. He unlocked it slowly, and changed before curling up in his bed. He placed a hand on the wall that he shared with Kirishima with a forlorn expression. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a lump grow in his throat again. A sob made its way past his lips again as he curled away from the wall to cry into his arms. 

He held his phone up to his ear, listening as the dial tone repeated itself a few times. “Hello?” His dad’s voice answered politely. 

“Hi dad.” Bakugou sniffed.

“Hi Kit Kat!” His dad replied overjoyed. “It’s been such a long time since you’ve called! How are you?”

“I really feel like shit right now.” He whispered. 

“What happened? What’s going on?” His dad said, suddenly alert. 

“Eijirou broke up with me.” He cried, “I want to go home. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Your mother and I are away for work but we’ll be back back tomorrow night. Do want us to come and get you for the weekend?” He quickly offered. 

“Yeah, please.” He sniffed, unconsciously nodding his head. 

He could hear his dad muttering to his mom on the other side before her voice cut in. There was a clear struggle on the other side of the line before his mother was screaming in his ear. 

“KATSUKI RUIN THAT MOTHER FUCKERS LIFE!” She yelled, “MAKE. HIM. REGRET. IT.”

“And how the hell am I supposed to do that?” He asked, sitting up from his fetal position. 

“Your closet is packed with the best clothes and products that money can buy.” She replied, “you’re a model Katsuki. Show that asshole that he’s not even worthy of you!”

He didn’t think it was possibly but his mother’s words and energy buzzed straight from the phone into him. His eyes flickered to his closet before narrowing. “You’re a Bakugou, which means you’re at the top of the food chain.” She added.

“There’s a party tonight.” He stated absentmindedly, moving to his closet and throwing the doors open.

His mother wasn’t joking around, they even paid extra to put professional shelving into his closet space when they moved into the dorms. 

“Turn that sadness into revenge!” His mother yelled. 

“If you’re going to do this Katsuki just do me a favour please.” His dad sighed, finally getting his phone back from Mitsuki. 

“I won’t do anything crazy dad. I promise.” He replied.

“That’s not it Katsuki.” His dad stated, “punch Kirishima in the throat for me the next time you see him.” 

There was stunned silence before Mitsuki erupted in laughter. 

“I love you guys so much.” Bakugou said, pulling out some clothes from his closet, “I’ll call you later.” 

“Love you too!” They both called before he hung up.

He pulled the phone from his ear, texting Midoriya. 

‘Come to my room. We’re going to a party.’

It felt like 20 seconds before Midoriya was crashing into Bakugou’s dorm room. 

“What the hell do you mean a party?” He asked, concerned, “no offence but you were crying in the kitchen an hour ago.” 

“Yeah, but then I talked to my parents.” He replied, starting to pull more and more pieces of clothes out of his closet. 

“Your mom?” He asked hesitantly. 

“Dad wants me to punch Kirishima in the throat for him.” 

“Well I guess we’re going to a party.” Midoriya sighed, “how do you even know he’s going to be there?”

“He’s going to be there.” He stated confidently, “I can just feel it. He didn’t even seem that upset. He’s totally going to be there because his friends are there.” 

“Can I borrow some clothes then?” Midoriya asked, “If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it right. And you have better clothes than me.” 

“knock yourself out.”

He grabbed a pair of black heeled boots and setting them with the clothes he already picked out. “I remember those.” Midoriya said, shuffling the hangers around, “you did a photoshoot with them right?” 

Bakugou nodded, as he started to style his hair. “Yeah, they were a gift. I think they’re my favourite.” 

“Who are they from?” 

“Look at the bottoms.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Midoriya deadpanned, lifting them to see the red soles, “aren’t these like a thousand dollars?” 

“Only the best for me.” The blonde huffed, spraying his hair with hairspray. 

“Holy shit, these are incredible.” Midoriya gasped, pulling out a pair of dark red suede dress shoes.

“Really? Out of all the shoes in the closet you choose the ones that mostly resemble the ones you already have?” Bakugou sighed, waving his hand dismissively, “take them. They’re not really my style anyways.”

“It pays to have a rich bestie doesn’t it.” 

“I wouldn’t know because I’m the rich bestie.” The blonde replied with a smirk, “now hurry up and get dressed.” 

“I don’t know what to wear though.” Midoriya whined, “and all you’ve done is fix your face so far.” 

“I’ll help you, Jesus.” Bakugou sighed, “Just let me finish my eyeliner.” 

Midoriya watched him for a second before crossing his arms. “Why me?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” Bakugou replied. 

“I mean you have friends that you’re closer to than me.” 

“You were the one that came and checked on me.” Bakugou replied, putting down his eyeliner pen and checking it over in his mirror, “I know there were people sitting in the common room who weren’t there when I left. I’m not stupid I know that I’m not that approachable but I still consider you a friend above a lot of people.”

He turned to look at him with a small smile, “and besides between you, me, and All Might I think we’re a lot closer than we have been in a long time.”

“Awwww Kacchan! You do care!” Midoriya cooed, grabbing him in a hug. 

“We need to get you an outfit.” He wheezed, tapping him on the back, “stop trying to chokehold me into unconsciousness.” 

He stepped back from him, glancing him over. “I hate to admit it, but you’re a lot bigger than me now.” He sighed, “you’re really starting to look like All Might.” 

He mumbled to himself as he walked around the other, “guys who have bigger builds are better in tighter fitting clothing, apposed to guys like me with much leaner builds.” 

He snapped his fingers with a sudden memory, turning to riffle in the back of his closet.

“Try this on.” He said, tugging out a large box. 

He pulled the lid off, digging around until he pulled out a creme button down shirt with thick blue stripes running vertically down the garment, “and these.”

He handed the teen the shirt and a pair of black slacks and stared at him expectantly before he pulled off his clothes to change. 

“Aren’t the shoes going to clash with this shirt?” Midoriya asked, already pulling them on anyways. 

The blonde narrowed his eyes at the boy, “you need to start coming over again so my dad can teach you about colour theory again,” he sighed, “Maroon is rich, and dark so by pairing it with a blue that’s more of a cool tone, we can get a nice balance from your head to your toes.” 

The other teen just rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah.” 

“Feel lucky. This is stuff from dad’s new collection that hasn’t even been announced yet,” Bakugou added with a finger on his chin thoughtfully as he looked him over again. 

He grabbed a silver faced watch, tossing it to him, “You can always rely on accessories to tie things together nicely,” he said thoughtfully. 

“Why don’t you have these in your size?” Midoriya asked.

It was true, over the past year or so he had finally hit his growth spurt but the blonde didn’t seem to grow that much taller than he was before. 

The blonde shrugged weakly, a small sad smile on his face. 

“He sent them over for Eijirou,” he replied, “although, he never would have worn anything given to him. He always said that it wasn’t his style; so they’ve just been sitting in a box at the back of my closet.” 

The green haired teen watched him thoughtfully before he grimaced. 

“Just to clarify this isn’t some rebound thing right?” Midoriya asked carefully, smoothing out his shirt and tucking it into his slacks, “because I really don’t feel that way about you Kacchan.” 

“Uck, as if,” Bakugou replied, with a gag, “this is like a GBF thing. You’re supporting me in my ‘fuck you I’m hotter without you’ revenge plot.”

The other teen breathed out a sigh of relief, strapping the watch to his wrist and looking himself over in the mirror. 

“When does Mina’s party start?” He asked, “shouldn’t you be getting dressed?” 

Bakugou huffed again as he sat back down at his vanity, picking up where he left off with his makeup. 

“First of all, if you’re trying to make an entrance you’re supposed to come in last,” he stated, smudging some pencil liner carefully under his eye, “second, it’s worth the extra effort right now.” 

He threw the sweats he was wearing off, instead pulling on a tight black turtleneck body suit. He pulled on a pair of military green cargo pants, the cut of the body suit still visible over the hem of his pants. He contemplated the boots he picked before switching them with a pair of combat boots instead, the red soles still flashing at the other teen. 

“You have to be kidding me,” Midoriya huffed, “you have Louboutin combat boots? I didn’t even know those existed.” 

“Isn’t that fun?” The blonde smirked, pulling the laces tightly. 

He pushed his friend out of the way of the mirror, adjusting his outfit in certain places. 

“Something’s missing.” He hummed, before he smiled widely, “I have an idea.” 

He went back to his closet, opening one of his jewellery drawers. He sifted around before he pulled out a long gold chain, which he started wrapping around his neck, ending around his waist.

“Holy shit, your waist.” Midoriya gasped, almost choking on his own tongue. 

“Thank you,” Bakugou smirked, turning side to side in the mirror again.

The green haired teen pushed in beside him to fix his curls in place with some hairspray. The blonde gagged loudly with a laugh as he tried to stop the spray from choking him. 

“You ready?” Bakugou asked, reaching up to help him situate his hair in the right place. 

The other teen gave him a determined nod, popping a couple buttons of his shirt open and adjusting his collar. The blonde hummed with an impressed expression at the teens sudden boldness and confidence. 

“Yep!” Midoriya responded, as they wrapped an arm around each others shoulders like when they were kids, “let’s go kill that asshole.” 

As with any party that was planned by the pink skinned girl, the atmosphere was already loud and chaotic. Just the way a high school party was supposed to be. 

That didn’t stop her from pouting when one of her close friends still hadn’t showed his face. 

“The party started half an hour ago where’s Bakugou?” Mina whined banging her forehead down on the table, “why didn’t you show up together?”
“I’ll tell you later Mina.” Kirishima replied, throwing back his fifth shot since he arrived, “besides, it’s not like we’re always joined at the hip.” 

The group glanced at each other, their faces twisted in confusion. An identical expression of ‘that’s bullshit’ on all their faces. 

“What’s going on man?” Kaminari asked, already slightly tipsy. “You don’t look too happy.”

The red head sighed loudly, displeasure and annoyance clear on his face. 

“Look, I’ll tell you guys l-“

“Holy shit.” Sero exclaimed loudly, hitting him in the shoulder and motioning to the door.

“What?” 

His eyes widened in dumb shock as Bakugou and Midoriya walked in together. The chains that wrapped around his body glinting brightly in the spotlights that waved over the room. 

“Holy shit he looks so hot!” Mina gasped with a bright smile, elbowing the red head, “lucky you man.” 

“I’ve never seen those clothes before.” Kirishima muttered, grabbing another shot from the tray on the table and throwing it back. 

Mina bounced from their table to approach the pair. 

“Hey Blastly! What do you want to drink? I found a friend that was willing to act as bartender so your options are limitless!” Mina stated, the same bright smile on her face, “It’s about time you showed up. Your boyfriend’s been here forever!”  

Midoriya flinched putting a protective arm around the blonde’s back and putting himself between the two. 

 “Where was it that we order from?” He asked nervously, causing the girl to glance between him and the blonde in confusion. 

“Um, just through there,” Mina replied, pointing across the room where some more people were milling around. 

“Thanks.” Midoriya replied, before turning his attention to Bakugou.

“Let’s go get some drinks,” he stated, steering him away, “God knows we’ll need it.” 

Bakugou nodded as he was lead away but not before sending a meaningful stare at Kirishima. The green haired teen threw in his own glare, much more venomous than Bakugou’s. 

Kirishima downed another shot and slammed it down on the table. 

“what the fuck was that?” Kaminari asked, turning his attention back to their table. 

Mina took her seat again, her own face twisted in a displeased grimace. 

“Leave it alone for right now.” Kirishima growled with a frown.

Once the pair made it back from the bar, Midoriya clutching a mule and the blonde sipping on the mixed drink that the bartender recommended. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything strong that made it want to gag, instead he hummed at the taste of fruit and coconut. 

“We can go hang with my group if you want?” Midoriya suggested. 

The blonde only nodded, taking another sip of his drink. 

“Hey guys.” Midoriya greeted loudly over the pounding music, leading them to his friends that were situated in a circle of leather chairs. 

They gave their greetings before focusing on the blonde that had tagged along with him.

“Whoa, Bakugou you look amazing!” Uraraka said with a smile, as the two of them sat down.  

“Thanks.” He replied, with a wide smile. 

Regardless of the sadness that Bakugou was feeling he was actually having a lot of fun. Midoriya’s friends were actually pretty cool and fun to be around. For the moment he was able to put all his negative feelings on the back burner and focus on the people around him. 

“Honestly, this is not the type of clothing I would ever imagine you to wear outside of school.” Iida commented, his eyes followed the chain wrapped around his waist. 

Bakugou shrugged taking another sip of his drink. “I really like fashion because of my parents. Although, I haven’t really been able to enjoy it recently.” 

“Why’s that?” Todoroki asked, more intrigued than usual it seemed when he wasn’t sober. 

The blonde grimaced as he leaned over into Midoriya, who raised his arm to lay it across his shoulders. 

“I guess you can say that my friends like to take a shot at me whenever they can,” he stated, “I went out with them once wearing an outfit and they just made fun of it the whole time, so I haven’t really dressed up since.” 

The group sent him sympathetic frowns, while also throwing small glares at the ‘bakusquad” across the room. 

“Well they’re just wrong!” Iida stated loudly, “if it means anything, I think you look stunning!” 

The blonde hummed with a smirk, “stunning, huh?” 

The rep froze before his face turned bright red, “w-well yes!” 

It only took a moment for the teens smirk to melt into a small genuine smile, “thank you.” 

His turned his attention back to the group before he made the navy haired teen combust. 

“I do a lot of modelling still and runways so I’m lucky enough to get presents from the designers,” he stated, leaning back in his seat.  

“That’s crazy. I heard designers have really specific and crazy standards for models.” Uraraka commented with a small frown. 

“You’re not wrong,” the blonde shrugged, “it’s gotten better the last decade or so but I was lucky enough to be blessed with an amazing body.” 

The group snorted with playful rolls of their eyes. 

“I’m serious.” He deadpanned, even as he added his own sarcastic eye roll. 

“It’s true.” Midoriya added moving his arm from his shoulders, “show them the waist.” 

The blonde laughed, but obliged. He stood up and moved to stand at the front of their table. He playfully did a few of his poses from his more popular shoots, earning hoots and hollars from the group. 

“Holy shit how did I not notice that?” Uraraka exclaimed, eyes solely trained on his midriff, “It looks like someone could wrap their hands all the way around you.” 

“I bet our lovely class representative could.” He shrugged, sending said teen a playful wink. 

Their small table erupted in eager shouts, shoving at the teens shoulder. 

By now the class rep was a couple drinks into the evening, making him seem looser than his usual uptight attitude. He sent the blonde teen a smirk, “I’ll try it if I have your consent Bakugou.” He stated, standing from his chair and smoothing out his slacks. 

“I’d like to see you try.” Bakugou challenged, sending another glance to Kirishima who was watching them intently much to the confusion of the ‘Bakusquad’.

His attention snapped back to the teen in front of him as his hands reached out to him. His hands were warm on him as they rested on either side of his waist and squeezed a bit before the tips of his fingers touched each other. “That was almost too easy.” Iida commented, staring in wonder.

“I told you,” Bakugou purred leaning closer to the other, “model body.” 

“HE WHAT?!” They suddenly heard from across the room before Midoriya was in front of the two of them, blocking a high heel from hitting the blonde straight in the face. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled, as Kirishima stormed over to him with Mina, Kaminari, and Sero in tow.

Midoriya stood resolutely in front of him, even as Kirishima tried to scream in the blonde’s face from around him.  

“Are you serious?!” Kirishima hissed, “First you come in all over Midoriya and then you have Iida’s hands all over you?” 

He motioned to the both of them. “One guy isn’t enough for you? Are you giving yourself out to everyone?” 

“Excuse me?” Bakugou snapped, rage filling his chest, “Are you serious? It’s none of your fucking business anyways.”

He couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped him with a shake of his head. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Mina cut in, pushing past the boys in her group, “why would you even show up?”

His voice escaped him in an instant. He couldn’t help the hurt that made a sudden appearance.

“I showed up because you asked me to come,” He replied weakly with a glare, “I thought that Kirishima would have filled you in before I came.” 

Kaminari scoffed, crossing his arms in front of him. 

“Not only did you break up with him and think you’re still welcome but then you come here dressed like some kind of slut.” Kaminari added. 

Bakugou froze, his eyes finding the floor as he crossed his arms in front of himself, almost trying to cover himself up. 

Midoriya and Iida took a step forward, forcing the others back, “That’s highly uncalled for.” Iida growled.

“Where the hell do you get off saying that?” Midoriya added, gritting his teeth. 

The two stood taller and broader then most of the class. 

“What did you do Bakugou?” Sero taunted although he was clearly intimidated by the pair, “you break up with Kirishima and immediately run to these two? or were you already going at it before?”

The blonde’s eyes finally snapped up the temporary embarrassment he felt overcome by overwhelming hurt and anger.

“How dare you,” Bakugou finally hissed, tears burning in his eyes, “are you seriously going to let them spew that bullshit at me?” 

His shouldered his way past Midoriya and Iida and stood in front of Kirishima, who glared down at him, “Are you gonna actually stand there while they continue to believe that I broke up with YOU?”

Kirishima’s enraged expression from before fell before his gaze found the ground, “What the hell did I ever do to you to deserve that? Huh?” His voice cracked as his chin wobbled miserably.  

“Shit.” Mina whispered to the side of them. 

“You are such a fucking dick.” Bakugou hissed between gritted teeth as he tried and failed to compose himself, “you don’t get to break up with me without even an explanation and then get your pack of assholes to call me a whore. That’s just fucking cruel.” 

He turned to the three accomplices, “and I’m not going to stand here and be made to feel like shit for the way that I choose to dress either,” he snapped, his glare trained especially on Kaminari. 

The three looked at him in shock and guilt.

“Katsuki, I’m sorry.” Kirishima said, still looking at the ground. 

He could still see the tears that rolled from the red heads eyes, only making him more bitter and angry. 

“God damn it Eijirou!” He yelled, “At least have the common decency to look at me when you say that.” 

The red head kept his head down for a moment before bringing his gaze up to the blonde. 

“Am I ever going to get an explanation?” Bakugou whispered. 

Kirishima stayed silent but kept his eyes on the blonde. His expression was filled with guilt, but the blonde didn’t care about that anymore. He got the answers that he needed. This was the first step to moving on, unfortunately he had to do without the explanation that he desperately wanted. He sucked in a deep breath, willing the tears to stop rolling down his face. 

He turned towards the door prepared to take his next steps alone. 

“Here,” Iida stated, holding out his handkerchief to him.

The blonde was caught off guard for a moment before he smiled weakly, a dabbed at his eyes, “you must carry this everywhere I’m guessing?”

“You never know when you’re going to need it,” Iida replied with his own soft smile, “may I escort you back to the dorms?”

The navy haired teen held out his elbow to link with the blondes. 

“That would be great.” Bakugou sighed, wiping his face carefully taking the offered arm. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Bakugou said, glancing back to the two groups as Iida led him away, “Deku, do you mind giving Kirishima the present that my dad asked me to give him?” 

The green haired teen looked confused for a moment before his face split in a grin that was filled with a little too much glee. 

The blonde turned around just as the teen wound up and landed a solid hit to the middle of the red heads throat.