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"MUSUTAFU IS KINDA ..." Y/N TRAILED off, not particularly wanting to set off Katsuki with an offensive comment.
"Small?" he finished. "Irrelevant? Yeah, it doesn't matter much. The only thing good about here is UA."
She sighed subtly in relief at not offending him, eyes tracing the outlines of the shops they walked past. "I guess the stores here are okay."
"There's a good bakery a couple of blocks away," he said, pointing in some vague direction. "I'll show you later. I used to sneak out of the house to go there as a kid. My dad's reaction was fucking hilarious."
Y/N laughed. "So you were always a troublemaker?"
"Hey, I never made trouble," he disagreed. "I was just braver than the other kids were."
"Okay, okay."
Katsuki had been leading them to a department store, that towered at least three storeys tall.
"All of this is clothes?" Y/N asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah. Come on, let's go."
She hurried after him, the sliding doors letting a blast of air conditioning escape that eagerly ghosted over their skin.
"Shit, there's so much stuff!" She nearly laughed, straightaway diving into the racks of clothes.
Dresses with adorable skirts, tie-off tops, so many options.
Y/N had to stop suddenly, Katsuki nearly slamming into her back.
"Um ... what season is it?"
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Summer, duh."
"Ah," she said. "It was Autumn back where I'm from, and I thought it was kinda warm."
With that important information, Y/N began to pull clothes of the racks and sling them over her arms, considering some and trashing others, dragging Katsuki with her in and out of changing rooms.
He stood awkwardly most of the time (he probably could've past for a slouchy mannequin), but he would follow her, and give the occasional opinion on a piece of clothing.
"Isn't that one too long?"
Y/N frowned at her reflection in the floor-length mirror in the dressing room that she'd beckoned him into, patting down the skirt of a sundress. "Is it?"
"You're too short for it," he decided, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.
"Hey!"
"You are! You think I don't know what I'm talking about?"
"... Yes?"
Katsuki sighed. "My parents are fashion designers. They met at a design company, and my dad still works there. I know what I'm talking about."
