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"What're you thinking so hard about?", Bakugou asked, pulling Boketto out of her own thoughts.
"I'm just trying to figure out what I'll do in the future.", she replied showing her face and torso on the FaceTime camera as she cooked dinner.
"We'll be heroes, duh.", he said focusing on the video game he was playing. His camera displayed his face and torso aswell, lights flashing due to the TV in his dorm.
"I mean the near future. I gotta get my own apartment y'know? We're almost 18, just two more years."
It was quiet for a moment, the clicking sound of Bakugou's controller filled the air. He thought about what she said and realized it was something he needed to think about too.
"There's a strip club downtown by the pool bar.", he suggested.
"Can you try to be serious Kacchan?", she chuckled and added some seasoning to her dish.
"And since when do you cook?", he glanced at her.
"I've been cooking since like 4th grade. Not to brag but I'm like a female Gordon Ramsey, minus all the yelling."
"mhm sure.", his eyes squinted.
"I'm for real! Just ask Izuku."
"You've cooked for Deku, huh?", he says then mumbles some inaudible words.
"what'd you say?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Tell me— damn my phone's on 4%.", she grabbed her smartphone, now showing only her face in the camera.
"Put it on the charger then, idiot."
"eh, I have to focus on cooking anyway, I'll talk to you later."
"yea, yea whatever."
Doot Doot (that sound after you end a FaceTime Call...I don't know how to spell it out.)
...
two days later
Bakugou and Asade were currently at the mall. She wanted to pick out some new clothes and decided to drag him along, considering they haven't hung out in person for a bit.
She was in the changing room of H&M and he stood outside of it, waiting for her to come out with the second set of clothes.
"Okay, you ready?", she called out.
"Uh, sure."
She walked out with grey sweatshirt that said "YALE" in red. Along with that, some blue mom jeans. She did some corny model poses, causing him to roll his eyes.
"Eh, seems pretty basic to me.", he made eye contact with her. "Plus, you don't even go to Yale.", he added.
"Hm, I guess you're right. Oh well. On to the next.", she turned around and walked back. Bakugou looked around the store, growing bored rapidly.
"Hey, excuse me?", a young looking woman with dark purple hair and green eyes came up to him. She wore a light beige cardigan with a tight white tank underneath. Her jeans were light blue, she was a pretty girl.
"I recognize you from the sports festival. You're Bakugou right?"
"Yeah and what about it?", he looked at her with the same bored eyes as before.
"Here.", she gave him her phone which had the "New Contact" screen open.
"Oh so you want my number?", he smirked.
"Todoroki's from your class right? Can you do me a big favor and lend me his number?", she politely batted her eyelashes.
He growled and put a local ramen shop number in the girl's phone, making her happily skip away.
"Damn that icy hot. He's not even all that.", he grumbled and turned back to the changing rooms.
"I don't know about this one Kacchan, i mean I'm fine with my shoulders being out but I feel like it isn't secure enough.", Asade called from inside the room.
"Just come out already. I'm hungry."
"Alright."
She walked out wearing a skin-tight black dress. The material was soft polyester + spandex and had small knitted lines. The length stretched midway thigh. It was mid-sleeve and her shoulders were cut off.
Still, she had on her not-so-clean converse sneakers on, surprisingly not so out of place considering the dress was so simple.
Katsuki's pupils dilated as her observed her. His eyes trailed from her face and all the way down, almost mesmerized at the way her attire hugged her curves and complimented her. It's like he's never noticed her body until now.
Though he's never cared to seriously look at the bodies of females, his 16 year old self couldn't help but gaze upon Boketto.
"So what do you think?"
"Uh it's alright I guess.", he avoided eye contact, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants.
"Yeah. I mean the material is really smooth though, wanna feel?"
"I'm...good. Just change back into your original clothes. I'll pay for the dress then we'll leave."
She nodded and turned back around, heading into the changing room once again. He let the image of her in the dress slip his mind a second time, producing a red stain on his cheeks for a moment.
Snap out of it. , he told himself. Sure enough the color on his tan skin faded just as Boketto came back out, dress hanging over her forearm.
They walked to the cashier and finished the exchange. At last, they went to the food court and looked for somewhere to eat.
