Chaos: Bakugou Katsuki x OC x Dabi story

Let's Pretend

Hotaru's POV

Present Time

"Jesus. Fucking. Hell!" I gritted through my teeth, my hands gripping onto the bathroom door as Himiko tightened the corset.

"Sorry, Taru-kun. Is it too tight?" Her blonde head bobbed up over my shoulder to meet my gaze in the mirror.

"I don't think there's a way for it to not be too tight, but thanks Miko." I gasped, fidgeting with the top of the corset to try to contain the unnecessary amount of boobage spilling out. "Last thing I needed was to draw more attention to these fucking things, but I guess it's whatever." I muttered bitterly as Himiko giggled.

"I think you look amazing! Dabi is going to love it." Her golden eyes gleamed with anticipation as she grabbed the dress from the hanger.

"Yeah, because that's what I want is him being more fucking handsy." I retorted dryly while rolling my eyes.

"I don't see what the big deal is. You're here with him, he's head over heels in love with you. Like, why not have some fun? Is Bakugou-kun really going to find out?" Her smirk was devious as she held the dress for me to step into.

"It's a fucking honor system, Miko. It's the principle of it. I'm in love with Katsuki, that doesn't mean you just fuck around. Besides, he's already psycho possessive. I don't exactly need to egg his behavior on." I held onto Himiko's shoulders to steady myself as I awkwardly stepped into the dress for her to pull it up. I slipped my arms into the beaded sleeves before grabbing my hair off my neck so she could zip the back. The dress was black, a deep V in the front only accentuated the obnoxious pushup of my chest from the corset, flowing softly down to the floor, a long slit in the side showcasing the entirety of my left leg which meant my new brand was on full display. Great.

"Well, I don't see the issue in having a little bit of fun. Then again, I don't really care about honor systems." My blonde friend mused while she braided and twisted my hair. I chuckled softly as she finished touching up my hair. Of course she didn't, the woman was a murderous villain. What is my life? Trying to explain an honor code to a fucking villain. I really am losing my mind.

"Now, let's get downstairs! The party is starting soon, and we don't want to be late! Think of all the high society cuties that could be here!" Himiko squealed in delight as I slipped on my heels.

We leave my room, arm in arm as we make our way to the far end of the hall, reaching the large staircase. Himiko skips effortlessly down in her short, tea length dress as I hike up the side of my dress. I make my descendant, careful not to step on the ridiculously long, flowy fabric. Dumb mother fuckers making this shit so extra. Who needs this much dress? I cursed the designer venomously under my breath, looking up to see how many people had arrived when I paused.

Deer in headlights mode has been activated.

The foyer was fucking packed, bodies mingling around in conversation. My breath hitched as multiple eyes shifted and landed on me, halting most of the conversation. This wasn't my crowd. My scene was other lab rats and nerds who were only able to talk because they were too busy being excited over the next big thing in science. I was used to being the most charismatic one in a room full of self conscious physicists and biologists. These people, this crowd; it was different. Intimidating. I was the odd one out as my eyes flickered over the gaggle of put together, attractive, and ostentatious individuals. Some were smirking at my apparent discomfort, others had looks of boredom and disinterest. I gulped, fingers twitching as I thought about just turning tail and running back up the stairs when I saw him.