En Vogue || K.Bakugo

♦ W E D N E S D A Y ♦

Eshe's P O V

"I'm sorry about yesterday and the day before. I guess all those all-nighters really took a toll on me." Mitsuki apologized as she shaped the sleeves of my top. I liked it, it was pale translucent gold, showing off the black halter neck top underneath. While it was fitted on my upper arm, it flared out from my elbows.

"It's fine," I smiled at her through the mirror, "I hung out with Katsuki and his friends the day before and I was told not to bother coming yesterday."

She smiled at this, "He's taken an interest in you, y'know."

"Oh." I blushed. Hasawara scowled at me from where she stood.

"Do you, perhaps know why he's taken up an interest in sandwich making?" She hummed, a contemptuous looking resting on her face.

"He's been trying to get me to eat more."

"That's good. Though I wonder why, he's never really taken an interest in the wellbeing of other people," her suggestive smirk turned into a scowl, "Selfish brat." She muttered under her breath.

"Ah, well. He probably just doesn't want me ruining your wonderful designs." I laughed nervously. I was never good at confrontation and I really wasn't ready to express my feelings for Katsuki in front of his parents or Hasawara.

"Are you sure? Maybe he's got a-"

"Oi! I'm heading out to the store. Need anything?" Katsuki burst through the door with his usual scowl on his face. He dressed in a red graphic T-shirt and black loose jeans. His gaze softened as his eyes landed on me. I turned away from the heat of his gaze.

"Yeah, go but some more thread! Gold."

"I need money then! My allowance is running low."

"Well then, it's not my fault you can't manage your allowance. I'm not raising it either!" She rushed out the door, leaving me dressed in her almost finished design, and Katsuki's eyes never leaving my figure.

"Hey." He walked towards me and sat down in Mitsuki's chair.

"Hi," I replied turning away from him only to see Masaru's knowing smirk but he turned away as soon as our eyes. Hasawara glared down at me, then turned away as well.

"Don't think you can leave without those sandwiches, they're in the fridge. You're taking two, got it?"

"I could easily just throw it away, you know?"

"You wouldn't do that." He scoffed.

"How do you know that?"

"I know you. I trust you."

I bit my lip, gazing at my feet. My heartbeat sped up once more, suddenly aware that I was almost naked in front of him.

"The dress looks nice on you." His eyes scanned me and I could feel a blush creeping up on my neck.

"Thank you." I smiled in his direction.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

"Hey, Katsuki!" Mitsuki returned with money in her hands, "And hurry back. I need that thread!"

"Don't order me around!" He yelled as he grabbed the money from her.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" Mitsuki yelled back as she slapped his head. I giggled as they bickered.

Soon after, Katsuki left and Mitsuki went back to fitting my dress. I looked over at Hasawara, Masaru was practically finished. The pretty black dress hanging loosely off her skinny frame.

"I think we're done for today. I hear you have another photoshoot scheduled soon." Masaru said, carefully taking the dress off of Hasawara.

"Yes, I do." Hasawara said as she dressed back up. Masaru went to packing up and Hasawara left, not without glancing at me and nodding, her way of saying bye then her eyes moved to my thighs and scowled. I rolled my eyes at her, she could attempt to be nice then abruptly turn back to her annoying ways.

"Bye, thanks." She muttered as she left.

Masaru walked to Mitsuki, assisting Mitsuki in any way he could. I smiled at them. Despite Mitsuki's excessive boldness and Masaru's timid nature, they made it work. It was always nice to listen to talks of Mitsuki's aggressive flirting when they first met from older members of the agency.

I really wished I could find someone with whom l could have such a beautiful relationship as well.

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"Done!" Mitsuki said, finishing the hem of the sleeves. I bent my head to look at it. It really was well done. "Move your hands around, Eshe. Tell me how it feels."

I did as she said and moved my arms around, up and down. The sleeves felt nice and the material didn't irritate my skin.

"It's fine. Doesn't bother my movements." I said, looking down at it. She smiled happily at her work, leaning back on her chair to properly look at me.

"Good, I'll have to hem the skirt tomorrow during rehearsals because that damned brat couldn't come back on time!" She grumbled as she slipped the outfit off of me.

"Your car will be here soon, we're off." Masaru smiled as he led Mitsuki out of the room.

I sighed as I stared at my body in the full-length mirror in front of me. Due to how fitted the design was, I had to completely strip down to my underwear, standing in front of the mirror with only my bra and panties on.

"You shouldn't have to look like a twig before you think you're beautiful,"

I thought back to my conversation with Katsuki, hugging myself as I remembered his hands on me.

"You're already so gorgeous I have to do a double-take every time you walk past me."

I bit my lip.

"And your body is so hot just the way it is! Don't starve yourself because some bitch says you're fat! You're not, okay?"

Letting out a long sigh, I bent to pick my clothes. I put them on, refusing to look in the mirror. Lastly, I tugged on my skirt. I hardly wore pants, I never liked how the material felt against my thighs.

I zipped up the skirt at my back and sighed. I snuck a peek at myself in the mirror but froze in horror. I turned my head to look behind me. At the doorway stood Katsuki, eyes wide as he held a roll of gold thread in his hands.