The first hint that Kirishima’s “simple outing” wasn’t so simple was when the Bakugou Twin’s chauffeur pulled up into what looked like Japan’s most luxurious skyscraper, filled with the most expensive boutiques in existence.
“It looks a bit..tacky.” Bakugou Keitaro frowned, “But it’s worth a shot!”
“Hah. It looks like some engineer’s art deco nightmare. It’s fuckin ugly,” Bakugou Katsuki snickered, “But I ain’t fucking walking out of here with nothing. We’re spending 4,000,000 yen and no less!”
Keitaro stepped from out of the car, patiently waiting for his younger brother. By five minutes, “Awe, don’t be like that, Ototo! We should give this place a chance!”
“Whatever,” Bakugou exited the car, slamming the door shut and the chauffeur drove away.
The entrance to the scraper was as art-deco as it got to be honest. Articular spinning door, plants on each side, and a red carpet lined with gold.
“Where are we? Singapore’s Icon Ball or the 2020 Grammys?” Katsuki snorted, pressing his sunglasses closer towards his face.
“Well, I think it’s quite nice,” Keitaro admired the ferns, “It’s very creative.”
“It’s pretty bland,” Katuki tittered, “Nothing special about the outside. Just a standard building.”
The twins carried their conversation into the building, where they were immediately silenced with the levels of intimidation the shoppers gave off, and the bold names of luxury brands intruding their eyes.
Each floor was in a classic pale brown and cream color scheme, one that complimented each other store and made it seem like they actually belonged there. But who’s to say it did or it didn’t.
In the midst of it all were pots of plants and trash bins, breaking up the walls of cream and an enormous escalader that provided convenient travel for its customers.
“It’s..certainly something,” Keitaro grinned, “It’s nicer on the inside.”
Katsuki huffed, “It’s decent.”
Keitaro laughed, “Well, Kirishima said he’d meet us in a private lounge on the very top floor.”
“Very top?” Katsuki looked skeptical, “There is no way this “mall” goes all the way up to the top floor. There probably aren’t even that many designers in the world.”
“You never know, Katsuki,” Keitaro laughed, “Anyways, let’s find an elevator. We don’t want to be late.”
Katsuki paused, “Why not just take the escalader?”
“No.” Keitaro scoffed, “I’m too lazy. Let’s just find an elevator so we can get there faster.”
Katsuki huffed, “Whatever you say, lazy-ass.”
In honesty, finding an elevator was much more stressful than it looked. Passed the artist boutiques and the somewhat flashy lower-level food court, the entire plaza was just a multi-floor maze made up of snobby expensive bitches.
A few stares and head turns were sent their way, but did the children of Bakugou Mitsuki care? Obviously not. Men and women alike wanted a glimpse of an old-money family such as the Bakugou Family, and if some were lucky, they’d be able to marry into the clan.
Of course, not every social climber was accepted by the Bakugou’s. Agreeing to even come to Thanksgiving at the Bakugou estate was a maze of toxic aunties, nosy uncles, stuck-up cousins, and the HBIC.
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