Upside Down - Kiribaku

Chapter 7

Bakugo ruffled his hair in the mirror, eyeing up his appearance. He cuffed the white shirt, glaring down at it while he did so... he didn't really want to be here. Why should he spend so much money on a suit that he would only wear once anyway?
As he left the top button undone, he grumbled something about the expense to himself, carrying the blazer jacket in his right hand when he left the changing room. His face contorted in disgust as he stepped out, Midoriya meeting his eyes. Bakugo ignored the twinkle in them as he stood in front of a much larger mirror in front of the shop window, brushing down the white button up shirt and adjusting his black pants. It was typical wedding attire, accompanied with the black tailored fit blazer. Of course, he wasn't planning on wearing the tie, it wasn't his style.

He huffed at the outfit, tugging on the jacket and shrugging to get it over his broad shoulders.
"You look great, Kacchan!" He smiled widely and Bakugo scoffed.
" 'kay" He stared at himself through his eyebrows. Perhaps, if he cared more about what he was going to be wearing, he'd choose something with intricate patterns or a different colour, at least as an accent. But, no.
"By the way you're scowling, someone might've thought that you don't want to be here" He chuckled awkwardly, forcing his eyes to crinkle at the corners in order to make it sound and look like a genuine laugh.
"Yeah. Maybe they might've" He muttered, not really in the mood to talk to damn Deku who was undeniably right.

It had been 4 days since the meet up at the coffee shop, both Aimee and Deku having forced him to go out and finally buy his suit for the wedding. So, here they were, in a formal wear shop, surrounded by expensive as fuck clothes that ranged from £100-£700. Ridiculous.
Since Bakugo was well known as 'Ground Zero', when they booked a time slot to get him fitted, they'd decided to cancel other appointments, meaning that no one else was in the store at the same time. Apparently, they wanted the best possible experience for the hero. And luckily, Bakugo liked that they did that for him, it sure fed his superiority complex that was much less apparent these days. He enjoyed the quiet as he contemplated the millions of thoughts zipping around in his head like race cars. The peace gave him a moment alone in his own head, allowing him to gather a basic understanding of each thing rudely intruding that brain of his.

He cleared his throat as he adjusted his tailored coat, swinging his arms around as if he'd have to do combat at his wedding or something.
"So.. Deku" He started while an assistant joined the blondes side, checking for measurements and any necessary edits to be made to the formal wear. Izuku's eyes widened in fear. Bakugo never started a conversation unless he had a bone to pick, meaning Deku was about to be in some big trouble for a reason he genuinely could not remember.
Katsuki hesitated before speaking again, his ruby eyes trained harshly on the white tile flooring below him. He opened his mouth but then shut it again, he swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced over his shoulder to face the green-haired man. The softness in his eyes both reduced his anxiety and made him feel sick with disgust at the same time.
"Wanna... be my best man, or.... something shitty?" He asked quietly, lifting his arms so the assistant could check each part of the suit.
After he's in out a sigh of relief that he wasn't about to face Bakugo's wrath, Midoriya's eyes began to shine with excitement, tears welling up along his waterline.

Through the reflective glass, Bakugo noticed this and tutted at him "Stop fucking crying."
"I'm sorry- Thank you, Kacchan! I would" He smiled, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes.
"It's not even your stupid wedding, idiot, why the fuck?"
While there was still a large amount of tension between them, it was beginning to die down even further and Bakugo was willing to let it do so.

Katsuki shook his head playfully and then went back to surveying the attire. He was fine with it. Mostly. There was something off about how he looked in it.. like it wasn't right. He shrugged that feeling off the best he could but it lingered, nonetheless. The assistant strolled back over to the main reception and Bakugo felt his muscles grow tense once Deku started to talk again, his words sounded like pricks to the heart.
"Hey... uh, Kacchan? Why not Kirishima? Isn't he your best friend. I'm sure he-" He was cut off.
"Can you not go today without mentioning goddamn Shitty Hair?" He growled, now hunched over as he tried to calm himself down before lashing out.
"Why aren't you speaking to him?" He was way too curious to leave things alone, especially with the way Bakugo was acting. His brows were furrowed and his fists were balled into tight fists by his sides.
"Because-! ... i don't know, he's gay! I feel weird around him" He spun on his heel to make stern eye contact with Deku and took off the blazer jacket.