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*She/her*
A new year at U.A., the start of an unexpected great journey for soon-to-be students of 1-A. Joining them this year is a girl who's so open, and yet so secretive. While balancing villains, training, and school, Bakugo fin...
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Bakugo looks up at the rhythmic clacking of approaching heels. He was already smirking, knowing it was Misako coming to see him for whatever reason. He stood by the bench just outside the dorm building's front doors, one hand planted on the back, awaiting her arrival she had texted him about the minutes prior. She was easy to spot in the evening light. The setting sun haloed her approach like she was a god. Her heels rang in his head and drowned out every other sound until it was just her.
She was grinning, as always, and looked absolutely beautiful. Bakugo was ashamed he couldn't find a better word, one elevated enough to address her with. He was also ashamed to be dressed so casually when she looked like that. The outfit was nice. Really nice. Damn near fancy, if he had to say, but he was trying to not look at it. She rounds out to a stop in front of him, staring at his face in silence for a moment before speaking. "Hey, Katsuki!" He reinstates his smirk with a small nod. "Hey." He pauses for a moment to glance over her makeup now that she was closer. Her eyes were cast in crimson with a bit of sparkling orange and gold, making her even more haunting when she looked up at him through her lashes that looked extra prominent. And gods, he cursed whoever had painted her lips with those gold lines, laid over perfect black and red lipstick.
"Katsuki." He blinks and his head reels to place him back in the world and not his own head. "Sorry, what?" She grins, and he takes note of her thumb pointed over her shoulder and her uncovered tattoos. Thank the gods they'd made sure to keep those on display. "Mina wants us all to go to the school party," she tells him again. "I figured there's no point in me being forced there on my own so I'm making you join me." "Ah," he hums before glancing away. "I can't go to a party like this." She perks up a bit, noticing that he didn't outright say 'no'. "You can change!" she offers. "And if you wear some red, we'll match! Wouldn't that be cute? I'll even go with you!" She grabs his hand once more and he lets her tug him into the building.
Everyone else had left already, a fact that was apparent by the deserted living room they traveled through. Misako opened the door to his room and stepped inside as he followed. "We could just stay inside and play our game," he offers. She glances back at him across the room before opening the wardrobe. "But I'm already dressed up," she argues before pulling out a red button-up. "Woah. Fancy. Where'd you get this from?" He shrugs, catching it when she tosses it back at him. "Okaa-san got it for me. Think it was around the time of applying to schools, for any that required interviews." She bobs her head before grabbing their school-issued tie and turning around. "Is there any chance I can convince you to wear this?" she asks. "Not one." She huffs out an exasperated sigh and tosses it back into the wardrobe.
She moves away from it, instructing him to find some black pants and change while she searched through his shoes to find something reasonable. Considering it was a school party, she figured it would be fine to just wear his least scuffed tennis shoes, which were of course mostly red with black accents. He allowed her to put one singular bracelet on his wrist to tie in her gold accents, an almost dainty, thin chain with three beaded white jewels. They were indeed diamonds, but he didn't tell Misako that, nor that the entire thing was real yellow gold. It was the only jewelry he owned, and it was not willingly, being a gift from his grandmother when he turned 15. He'd worn it once or twice to special events, but he didn't want to lose it and get his ear chewed off. But none of that mattered when Misako was grinning from ear to ear, clasping it around his wrist for him. He wouldn't stress her with its price, because she wouldn't believe him if he said every penny of that number, each doubled over itself, would be worth how her eyes shone in that little room when she looked at him.
