Go Beyond (Bakugo x OC)

Naughty Thoughts

BAKUGO'S POV
"You know you really don't need to stick around. I can find the class myself." Haze says behind a privacy screen. Midnight has been helping her get into her costume.

I scoff. "I doubt it. Besides, how can I pass up the opportunity of being the first one to see you in a hand me down costume?" I laugh as I sit on the couch careful not to touch anything. Midnight's office is full of sexual paraphernalia. She seriously has no boundaries.

"Midnight, are you sure this is going to fit? It looks like it's missing a bunch of fabric." She asks. I can hear what sounds like rubber squeaking together.

"Trust me dear, he won't be laughing once he sees it. Now hold still and hand me that bottle of baby powder."

"Huh?" What the hell could she be wearing? We all got to design our own costumes to our exact liking. We haven't been able to see them yet, but at least we got a say in it. With Midnight you never know what you're going to get. She could be putting her in a damn rubber duck costume for all I know.

"Okay now push this arm when I say. Ready? Push!" I can hear more squeaking and then a heavy breath. "Perfect! Here, look in the mirror!"

There's a very obvious silence. "Oh my god." I hear her say. It doesn't sound happy, but more shocked.

"Don't you love it?" She beams. "Here, let's show him." Midnight steps out into view pulling on her arm.

"No, no. I really don't think that's necess-," She yanks her and she stumbles out

That is no rubber duck costume.

"See what I mean darling? I couldn't make that boy anymore speechless if I had put a gag in his mouth." She smirks as Haze regains her composure, allowing me to see the costume in full view.

"Um, I," I had no way to express what I was thinking. I could feel the blood rise in my face. I covered my mouth to cough and looked away.

HAZE'S POV
I could tell he was blushing and my face was probably a similar shade of pink. I caught myself in the mirror again. I couldn't describe the mixture of feelings I had at the moment.

"I know its very different from the rags they dressed you in for months," She gently grabs my shoulder and puts her chin on my left one, "but this costume radiates power."

I'm not sure if that's the term I'd use. It was skin tight and made of a black vinyl material. It had these orange stripes all over that seemed to react to the heat of my body. It had a large opening from my neck to my lower waist and it lifted my chest like no bra has ever done before.

I chew my lip nervously. "I don't know, I just-, I think it might be too distracting." I say as I cross my arms trying to cover up.

She stops smiling and turns me around to face her.

"First, that is not your responsibility. Men are perfectly capable of controlling themselves. Their actions are not your fault. They will stare no matter what you wear." She turns me back around to face the mirror. "Look at yourself. Don't you see how powerful you look. The costume isn't just for show. It allows you to build confidence and embody your true self. I knew from the moment I saw you that you are force to be reckoned with. You have been pushed around for far too long, but no more. Don't let anyone think they can get away with more than you allow. You let them know that this costume isn't for them. It's for you."

Usually Midnight's voice is sultry and flirtatious, but not once did she waiver from serious.

She's right though. For too long I've been pushed and forced to do things I don't want to do. That stops now. I need to accept who I am and embody the things that make me a powerful woman.

I uncross my arms and that seems to delight her. She turns to Bakugo who was still hiding his face.

"Had enough time to gather your thoughts?" He turns back towards us and nods reluctantly. "Good, now filter out the naughty ones and let her hear it." He tenses up and takes a moment to look at me. Whatever words of confidence Midnight has just given me are thrown out the door. I feel incredibly shy as he looks at me.

I rub at my arm. "Well?" I ask, urging him to hurry up so the blood in my face can stop boiling.

He lets out another fake cough. "I think you...will enjoy not ruining you clothes anytime you want to use your quirk."

I smile and nod grateful for his concern. "That's true."

He rubs his neck, looking down at the shag carpet. "Are you going to hurry up or what? We have class soon."

Fuck, I forgot about the others.

This costume was a bitch. I am NO artist and have the patience of an enraged baboon. But despite the simplicity and lack of accessories I don't think it came out too bad.