Star Core | Bakugo Katsuki

Glitter and Gold

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     "Your house is beautiful, Mina."  The girl grins and waves a dismissive hand at (Y/N) before pushing open the door.  It was one of the taller homes in the compact streets closer to the center of Musutafu.
     "I wish you could've visited sooner," she tells.  (Y/N) nods in agreement as they enter.   They'd tried to plan evenings at Ashido's a few times, but it never panned out for a variety of reasons.  Most often, (Y/N)'s schedule, though recently it was because Ashido's grandmother had moved into the family home due to declining health.

     The living room had been cleared out, all furniture shoved away against a wall or awkwardly into the kitchen on the left.  In its place was a C-shape of sitting pillows, a little over a dozen of them.  Two older women were sitting on one each, pausing their conversation when the girls walked in.
     One stands, a rather tall woman who towers over the two with a welcoming smile.
     "Hello!" she sings as she approaches.
     "(Y/N), this is my mom," Ashido introduces with a wave of her hand.  (Y/N) bows to her.  "Mom, this is my friend (Y/N)."
     "Yes, yes," she hums with an excited nod of your head.  "It's such a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)-kun!  Mina has spoken so much about you.  Please, sit."  She does so alongside Ashido.  Her mom rushes off into the kitchen, bumping into the kotatsu stuffed in the middle of the tile, and brings out a plate of various onigiri.

     "Thank you, mom," Ashido sings as she takes one.  Her mom moves away to set the plate on a stool closer to the door they faced.  "I told my mom you had some dietary stuff going on, but she'll probably want you to eat at some point."  (Y/N) cocks an eyebrow her way with a small chuckle.
     "Or are you just trying to figure out what I actually eat?"  Ashido laughs along with her.  "Thanks for that, I appreciate it."  She bobs her head before jumping up at a knock on the door.

     Over the next few minutes, all of the girls of 1-A make it in, settling into a cushion.  They don't fill even half of the provided seats, but none seems to mind it as they get comfortable and await Ashido's explanation.
     That starts off with a clap of her hands, though she already had everyone's attention.
     "As you all know," she hums as she glances around almost wickedly.  "The school is hosting an American themed Christmas party, and it's tonight.  I thought it would be fun if we all got dressed up and looking nice for it!"  A few of the girls glance around while some immediately give their cheers.  "My mom's a hairdresser so she's gonna be doing our hair.  Just let her know what you'd like."
     "I'm just here for emotional support," the other woman says to quell some of the confused looks sent her way.
     "And I got everyone outfits, but we'll wait until we finish our makeup for those!" Ashido tells them.  That seems to be Yaoyorozu's cue as she picks up her makeup bag.

     She begins from one end of the C and Ashido's mom starts on the other, both slowly closing in toward Ashido in center-most cushion.  (Y/N) sat right next to her, making it easy to notice when Ashido began to lean toward her.
     "I saw you and Bakugo holding hands last night," she whispers.  (Y/N)'s face flushes into something as bright red as the sunrise.
     "Why were you awake?" she blurts out first, like it was the only question she could seem to manage.
     "I don't know," Ashido tells her with a grin and a shrug.  "I just woke up.  Maybe it was my romantic sense telling me something was up.  What were you two doing out by the forest?"  (Y/N) glances away from her intense gaze, but Ashido would be a fool to miss the small smile on her face.
     "I wanted to take some pictures of the rain, so he joined me," she explains.  Ashido cocks a brow.
     "Why did he join?"
     "I've been throwing up a lot, and because of my quirk, I often faint when I throw up, so I've been trying to stay around one of the boys who know how to help me in case I do.  That's why I asked you to grab those jerky sticks in my bag if I run to the bathroom."