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Most of Class 2A was excited to go on the trip to Masaru Studios. Most because neither Koda nor Ojiro were interested in fashion, Shinsou, true to form, couldn’t care less, Todoroki was being Todoroki, making it impossible for anyone to tell and Mineta, who was drooling over the thought of seeing girl models in skimpy clothing, doesn’t count.
Bakugou in true Bakugou like fashion was currently cursing and exploding, not literally though, because Aizawa would erase his quirk. So class 2A assumed he was either very excited to go and had trouble expressing that emotion or was planning murder. Probably the latter.
Despite the possibility of one of their students getting arrested for murder, Kayama, who teaches media and public relations despite being controversial and a PR mess herself, boarded the bus alongside the students and Aizawa, who was there not because he needed to be but because he knows his kids and he knows that something will happen. Something always happens.
Arriving at the Masaru building, unsurprisingly, did not dull any excitement that most students had. Even as they were guided through the building toward the studio by a kind woman who was bald apart from a single daisy growing a top her head.
Entering the studio was like entering a new world, filled with people running around carrying all sorts of things. There were tables covered in makeup and hair products, along with racks upon racks of clothing, some in protective covers and others crumpled precariously on a pile in the floor. People with headsets and clipboards rushed by, talking and shouting orders to those who were listening. Class 2A were not listening.
Being guided through the crowd by the girl with the daisy, whose name is Hanasaki, they came across an area slightly calmer than the chaos around it.
Bright lights shone down onto a white background, cameras placed everywhere flashing when possible. Posing in the centre of the whiteness was someone class 2A recognised.
Midoriya Izuku.
The famous teen model who was known for his sparkling emerald eyes, star like freckles, warm smile and ability to model both masculine and feminine clothes. Who despite being a famous model, has been spotted in public multiple times wearing shirts with the word ‘pants’ on them.
There he was, modelling a cherry blossom inspired jumpsuit that reminded class 2A of a kimono. His green hair had small cherry blossoms scattered throughout it and he was currently posing with his back facing the camera. Meaning he couldn’t see them.
“Hello.”
The class turned towards the sound. It was a man who had brown hair and a brown moustache, with square shoulders and rectangular glasses over his brown eyes.
“This is class 2A.” It was more of a statement than a question, as though he was certain of the answer yet there was a twinge of almost disbelief, of alleviation.
Kayama answered before Aizawa could, earning a harsh glare from said man. “Yep, that’s us.”
Like a switch, the man before them was bowing down hands clasped in front of him like a prayer, thanking them profoundly. The class was rather confused about what this man was thanking them for, well Shinsou didn’t seem to care, It was hard to tell if Todoroki was confused or not, Aizawa didn’t seem surprised, but he’s Aizawa and Bakugou, well Bakugou looked ready to explode.
“Masaru!” A woman’s voice called from behind them. “What in the ever loving fuck are you doing!”
Masaru, this man was Masaru, one of the most famous fashion designers in Japan. The Masaru, was just bowing in front of them a second ago.
“I am so fucking sorry about my stupid ass husband,” the same woman’s voice stated, a tone filled with anger and amusement. “He can be such a precious dumbass sometimes.” Masaru, The Masaru, squawked in response.
Class 2A turned towards the woman and were met with a hauntingly beautiful sight. The woman, who held herself like a model, looked like a model, had strikingly gorgeous ruby red cat-like eyes, clear untouchable skin and spiked short Sandy blonde hair that went in every direction. She seemed so familiar, so so familiar, and yet none of class 2A could place where they knew her from.
“WHAT THE HELL OLD MAN! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO BOW DOWN TO MY SHITTY CLASSMATES! ARE YOU TRYING TO LOOK LIKE A FUCKING SPINELESS MONKEY!”
“What! Bakubro!”
“Don’t be so rude Blasty!”
“Bakugou! That was extremely rude! Apologies at once!”
“Dude!”
“Bro, what the hell!”
“That’s so rude!”
“SHUT UP YOU SHITTY EX-“ The next thing the class knew, Bakugou’s head was being pushed into a bowing position by the woman, who too had bowed her head. Masaru bowed again too.
“I’m so fucking sorry about him, turns out the brat got more than just his looks from me.” The woman stated before standing straight and looking the students dead in the eye, still holding Bakugou in a bowing position. “I’m Bakugou Mitsuki, this is my husband Bakugou Masaru and this brat here is our son. Thank you for looking after him.”
Bakugou.
The world suddenly made sense. This woman, who now that class 2A thinks about it, looks exactly like Bakugou. This explains everything, Bakugou’s attitude about visiting here, something most had assumed was due to the fact that this was a field trip and had probably triggered some unsavoury memories. His looks, this woman was clearly his mother. His swearing, okay, this one didn’t necessarily explain his swearing, it just shows that he got it from somewhere.
“Hello, Mr and Mrs Bakugou.”
“Oh, hello Mr Aizawa, we hope you’re enjoying the trip.”
“Oh yeah.” Kayama replied instead, hand outstretched to shake with Mrs Bakugou. “We’re having a wonderful time, aren’t we kids?” She stated before questioning the students, a sultry tone twinging in her voice.
“Hell yeah!”
“It’s awesome!”
“We’re having a great time Mr and Mrs Bakugou!”
“On behalf of class 2A, I would like to thank you for the invite!”
“You’re Bakugou’s parents?”
“OH MY GAHHH, you’re class 2A!” A voice cut across the chorus of positive feedback. Turning to see who the voice belonged to, most of the class passed out.
Midoriya Izuku.
“Hi! My names Midoriya Izuku, I’m such a major fan of all of you. You’re all so cool, and you use you quirks so well! I can’t wait to see the heroes you become!” Midoriya Izuku, The Midoriya Izuku, was fanboying over them! Midoriya Izuku!.
“Deku! Quit fanboying over the idiots!”
“Kacchan! Your here too!”
Next thing class 2A knew, Midoriya Izuku was clinging onto Bakugou, their Bakugou, like a koala. His arms wrapped around Bakugou’s neck, legs around Bakugou’s waist. Bakugou’s hands snaked around Midoriya, landing on his behind to help hold him up. They both seemed comfortable like that, and that in itself shocked the class.
Never mind, that is no where near the shock class 2A felt when they saw what the two did next.
Bakugou and Midoriya. Their Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou ‘Die you shitty extras!’ Katsuki, and Midoriya Izuku, the famous teenage model known for being sunshine and rainbows, kissed.
“What in the -“
“Oh My God!”
“B-b-bakubro a-a-an-and -“
“No way!”
“That is inappropriate behaviour and unbecoming of a UA student to go and kiss a stranger!”
“Haaa? Stranger?” Bakugou broke the kiss turning to face down his fellow classmates, Midoriya still in his arms. “We’ve been fucking dating for 4 fucking years!”