En Vogue || K.Bakugo

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"I've never been to a fashion show before!" Mina squealed as the five friends got to their seats.

"There were so many hot models back there," Kaminari added, looking around in awe.

"Whatever, I'm gonna go find Eshe." Bakugo rolled his eyes as he turned away, "Don't let any bastards on my seat."

"We're allowed back there?" Kaminari asked as he abruptly stood.

"Not you! My parents work here so I can go. Sit back down, Dunce face!" Bakugo growled, causing Kaminari to sit back down, dejected.

"Go get your girl!" Kirishima yelled out, attracting many unwanted stares.

Bakugo simply glared at him then made his way to where people were setting up.

"He's totally gonna ask her out," Sero smirked as he watched the blonde boy.

"Definitely."

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"You're seriously taking that before the walking?" Hasawara glared at the glass of yogurt in Eshe's hands.

They, as well as many other girls, were currently getting their hair and makeup done.

"Mirai, it's plain, unsweetened yogurt. I've been too busy to eat since this morning. I'm hungry."

"Bitch, drink water."

"Bitch, fuck off." Eshe retorted, attempting to mimic the other girl's tone.

"Did you just mimic me?"

"I did, Mirai. I really did." Eshe said as she took a sip of her yoghurt. Amani, who was styling her braids, failed to hold in her laugh as she chuckled tightly.

Hasawara glared at her.

"Whatever, I hope you've gotten your size six jeans." Hasawara harshly turned back to the mirror, making her hairstylist let out an angry sigh.

"Nope, still fitting in size fives." Eshe winked at her, relishing in Hasawara's angry state.

"How unfortunate you can no longer fit into size twos. Fat bitch."

"I stopped fitting in size twos when puberty hit, you won't understand, kid." Eshe glanced at Hasawara's bony chest. The latter fumed.

"Whatever, obaa-chan."

"Oh please, your grandma wished she looked like me."

Amani couldn't hold her laughs again. She burst out in giggles, holding her stomach. Hasawara's stylist as well, turned her head away to shuffle her laugh.

"You know," Eshe took a large gulp of yogurt, "The whole stickman craze is going out of style. Might wanna get in a few pounds."

"Slut!" Hasawara spat. She turned to her giggling stylist, "Are you done?"

"Yep."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and got up to wear her runway outfit.

Eshe laughed as she watched her leave. It felt good to retort, to voice her opinions, and shut her down. It was relaxing. She smiled as she thought back to a certain blonde boy, she was sure that if not for him, she probably wouldn't ever have had the guts to stand up to her.

"Your soon-to-be boyfriend is here," Amani whispered into Eshe's ear then left with the other hairstylist, giggling as they thought back to the earlier argument.

Eshe turned to look at Katsuki. He was formally dressed; a black dress shirt with a fitted gold waistcoat and black pants. Her cheeks heated up, he was handsome.