En Vogue || K.Bakugo

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"Dude! She kissed you?" Kirishima yelled in the empty room causing Bakugo to slap his hand over his mouth.

"Shut up! I came here for advice, not to have you broadcast my business."

They were currently in their empty classroom. Bakugo had pulled the redhead out of lunch in order to ask for advice concerning his feelings.

"Dude, you must really like her if you actually came to me for advice," Kirishima said as Bakugo finally took his hand away. He stared at his friend.

"I do, okay. I thought it was just some lustful attraction because she's pretty but then..." He bit his lip as he folded his arms, turning away from Kirishima, "Eshe's not just pretty. She's nice and shy and she's caring. She's not demanding at all, always considerate of my old hag's feelings and her insecurities are cute because she's so perfect yet doesn't see it. And even though I always tell her to stand up to the Bitch, her submission is quite hot."

"Dom in bed," Kirishima muttered as he let out a quiet laugh. Bakugo turned to glare at him.

"Shut up, Shitty hair! I need advice, not jokes!"

"Okay okay. So she kissed you and you kissed back. She obviously likes you too. Just ask her out, dude."

"It's not that easy! I don't know if she likes me, or was just going with the atmosphere."

"Of course it is that easy. You're just overthinking it. It doesn't have to be as complicated as you're making it out to be. I'm positive she likes you, dude."

"So I just ask her? And what if she says no?"

"Bakubro,"

"Don't call me that."

"She confides in you, even her deepest insecurities. You watched her dress up and she still felt bad about throwing that shoe at you. Besides, didn't you notice how she was looking at you, when she helped us with English?"

"She was?"

"Dude! I never knew you to be so insecure when it comes to girls."

"Well, what do you expect? I've never felt like this about a girl before."

"What about Uraraka?"

"Round face? I respect her, she's still just a nerd. Not attractive to me."

"You know, you're not as into girls as any of the others, I was almost starting to think you were gay."

"I'm not."

"Yeah yeah." Kirishima wrapped an arm around Bakugo's shoulders, the latter didn't bother pushing him away, "Just saying bro, if you really like her, go after her. Forget all the downsides, something really amazing can come out of this."

"Fine, okay."

"Alright! So you're gonna ask her today?"

"No, they're having rehearsals or something like that. I won't see her again until this weekend."

"Bummer."

"Here," Bakugo dipped his hand hands into his pockets and brought out a rectangular piece of paper, "Eshe's walking during the show, this weekend. My mom said I should invite you guys."

"Seriously? Manly!" Kirishima held the ticket in his hands as his eyes sparkled. Bakugo glanced at him, recalling when Eshe made the comment about him not liking their company.

"Oi!" Bakugo called out as he stood by the door of the classroom. Kirishima turned to him, "Thanks, for the advice I mean. I appreciate it."

"No problem man!" The redhead gave his friend a thumbs-up and a smile.

"Fucking Shitty hair," Bakugo murmured as he walked out. Anxiously awaiting the day of the show, the next time he would see Eshe.

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"Amani?" Eshe asked as the older girl played around with her hair, looking for a suitable style with which she would walk during the show.

"Yeah?"

"Yesterday, I kissed him."

"What?" Amani let go of her hair and stared at the dark-skinned girl in front of her.

"I kissed Katsuki yesterday," She bit her lip as she recalled the feeling of his mouth on hers, "He kissed me back."

"I see. Did you like it?" Amani crouched down to look at her, she smiled warmly at Eshe's flustered state.

"I did. I really did, Amani."

"Hmm, so you like him?" She chuckled.

"What's with all the questions?" Eshe yelled as she turned her head away.

"I need to know how you feel about him. You can't just kiss him and expect things to back to how it was." Amani wasn't aware of the promiscuous touches that had been happening far long ago.

"I know. I like him, and I want us to be more than friends with him."

"Listen, I've seen a lot of these girls getting their hearts broken because they blindly went after someone. I need you to be sure of this, I don't want him to take advantage of you."

"I know but I don't think he will," Eshe muttered as she played with her braids, twirling around her finger.

"How are you so sure?" Eshe's resolve began to weaken, an effect of Amani's quirk.

"He's too caring. He always backs me up whenever Hasawara decided to be bitchy. And he's always asking how I'm doing, he forced me to eat, though sometimes I'd rather he didn't." She glared slightly at her feet which were dangling off of the high chair.

"Forces you to eat?" Amani went back to Eshe's hair, however, she just placed her hands on it, too focused on the conversation to be able to work with the braids.

"Yeah, he complains that I'm losing weight so he makes these non-fattening sandwiches for me."

Amani widened her eyes, "That's... nice. That's really nice and considerate."

"And whenever Hasawara comments about my weight and stuff, he tells me not to listen to her and that I'm perfect and I shouldn't starve myself and..."

"I get it," Amani laughed, "He seems like a good kid. If you think you really want to go further with him, sure. Just be careful okay."

"Okay."

"So tell me more about this kiss." She wriggled her brows in a suggestive manner.

Eshe sighed, recalling the feeling of his hands on her hips.

"It felt so right. And his caramel scent just washed all over me and, and when he kissed back. God, when he kissed back." Eshe hugged herself as she leaned back on the chair.

"Woah, this is serious." Armani laughed.

"Yeah. And I can't wait to see him on Saturday." She said.

"Mmm, make sure to walk that runway good okay? Gotta show him exactly what he's getting."

Eshe laughed at that, she still had her insecurities but when Bakugo was with her, she almost felt perfect.