En Vogue || K.Bakugo

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No P O V

"K-katsuki!" Eshe yelled as she stepped back, "How long have you been there?"

"I-I-" He began but Eshe wasn't hearing it. She kept stepping back, almost tripping as her hands flew to the table to steady herself.

"You what?"

Bakugo dropped the gold thread as he walked closer to the shaking girl, but that only seemed to aggravate her as she subconsciously picked up a shoe and threw it at the boy. The heel hit his forehead and he fell back, holding his forehead as he cursed in pain.

"Fuck!"

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Third Person P O V

"I'm so sorry." Eshe kept apologizing as she pressed ice to the growing bump on Bakugo's forehead. They were currently on his bed in his room with a plate of sandwiches firmly in his grasp.

"Whatever, don't apologize. I guess I shouldn't have watched you get dressed." He murmured, trying to focus on something other than how close she was to him and how much he wanted to touch her.

The statement made her cringe, "I'm trying really hard not to go crazy on you right now." She applied more pressure and the blonde boy flinched away.

"I'm sorry okay! You just looked so sexy and I couldn't help myself."

"Shut up!" She unintentionally flinched and hit his head with the ice pack, "Shit! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Stop fucking apologizing! You're not in the wrong, it's my fault, okay?" He grabbed her hand with his as he glared into her eyes.

"O-okay."

"Besides, here," He let go of her, took a sandwich, and handed it over to her, "Your sandwich."

"Thanks," Eshe muttered as she took it and ate.

"The dress looks finished." Bakugo started, trying to raise a conversation to drown out the silence.

"Yeah, just a few extra touches left."

"Hmm." He hummed as he bit into a sandwich as well.

"By the way, are your friends attending the show?"

"Unfortunately yes." He rolled his eyes at the thought of having to sit through the whole thing next to them.

"You act as though you don't like their company," Eshe said, a small smirk on her face.

Bakugo looked at her, not sure what to answer. He couldn't outright say he didn't like having them around, he did. It was nice to hang around with people who didn't just follow at his back because of his strong quirk. However, he didn't want to admit he enjoyed their company.

"I tolerate it." He settled for that.

"Sure. You can lie to yourself, Katsuki but don't lie to me." Eshe joked as she judged his shoulder.

"Whatever, fuck off."

"Do you like my company?" Eshe wiggled her brows in amusement.

"Of course, you should already know that." He squeezed her thigh, causing her to blush and push his hand away.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?" He lazily grinned.

"Whatever." Eshe bit into her sandwich, looking away from the crimson-eyed male.

"Oi, you know, I've never really seen you use your quirk." He changed the subject.

"I've never had a reason to."