Katsuki Bakugou. To some, he's just a name. To others, a god. Dancer, Choreographer, Model, you name it. He's built a reputation for himself. Including how both his parents are some of the biggest names in fashion, their works being featured in New York's Fashion Week multiple times, that's what helped boost his popularity. He was loved by millions!
Which is why he didn't understand why he was suddenly thrust into this situation. He stares out the window of the car, the glistening building looming into view. He grits his teeth as the conversation from 3 days prior replays in his mind for what feels like the hundredth time that day.
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"Hah?! I'm getting sent to watch a bunch of fucking amateurs' trip over their feet?!"
Bakugou's mother sighs, a soft hand reaching up to pinch in between her eyes. Her other hand taking its place on her hip in a sign of exasperation.
"For the last time, you're going to a prestigious school to help an old friend teach new students how to dance."
"That's what I just said, hag."
"You've been having too many blow ups recently, Katsuki. People are starting to get worried. Me and your father thought you needed a break, especially after what happened last winter-"
"I told you guys I'm fine! Holy fuck, get off my dick!"
The older woman's eyes grew cold. She stands up straighter, on the defense. "The car that's going to take you to the airport is going to be here in 30 minutes. Your stuff is already packed, get yourself ready."
She turns and walks away before the blond can even think of a comeback.
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That's how he found himself walking beside his "old friend" down a long hallway. The blonde scoffed at the walls and decorations, making his own comments and judgements in his head, not daring to open his mouth. Besides, ven if he said anything, it would immediately get drowned out by his colleague's excited rambling.
Bakugou glanced back over at the boy, eyes narrowing. He was different from the last time he saw the man. He still had kept his childish features, round viridescent eyes framed by forest green locks. His face was still round, but it had slimmed significantly since their last meeting up. The freckles were still prominent, making the childish looking face look almost innocent. He was also taller now, not tall enough to reach the blonde's height yet, but he didn't have to look up at him anymore.
Bakugou was impressed. He wouldn't go as far as to say he was proud of the younger male but acknowledged his growth. He had also grown in body mass. The young twig-like loner from their youth was nowhere to be found, there stood a man with tanned skin, scars from various incidents both onstage and from Bakugou himself (Izuku wasn't the only one who grew as a person. Katsuki used to be a little shit, too). A sense of pride started to swell in Katsuki's chest, a small smirk flashing across his features before his usual unimpressed scowl re-stole its spot.
"Oi, curly fries once you're done rambling, I want to know what the fuck I'm doing here."
The greenette stopped, before letting out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry Kacchan I was talking a bunch again, huh?"
The older rolled his eyes.
"Okay, so the first day doesn't start until tomorrow, but we are having some students come in to meet me and you since only a few classes are coming to meet you. They're already here, so they're just waiting to meet us."
"Wasn't this already supposed to happen, Deku?" Katsuki questions.
"Yes, it already has, but I've called in our more advanced classes in to meet you. I told them you were an old friend, but they don't know it's.... well, you."
Katsuki lets out a large sigh. "You get on my fucking nerves, asshat."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Izuku says, a hand coming up to wave Katsuki's words away before pushing the doors open.
"Hi, guys! I'm Mr. Midoriya!"
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Katsuki had gone through 3 classes by now, and he had to take a break. He had told Izuku that he had to go to the bathroom before asking for directions.
"Down the hall, take a right, 3rd door on the left. It's labeled." The greenette man had said pointing in the direction of the desired room, not looking up from his sheet of paper.
Katsuki grunted his thanks before slightly jogging to the general area where the room was located. He repeated the directions to himself under his breath multiple times to not forget (of course he would remember, he just did it because he wanted to, screw him).
Once he had found the bathroom and done what he needed to do, he was on his way out when he heard a....shout? Wait what-
"WATCH OUT BRO!"
There was a crash and a flash of red and bright yellow before the older man was flung to the ground by the force of what felt like a brick wall. Oh wait that was a man. The ash blonde fell to the ground with an oof. Embarrassed, he swiveled his head in the direction of where the brick wall came from.
"What the hel-!"
There stood where he could've sworn a greek god stood, an outstretched hand in his direction. The greek legend was leaning over, fiery red soft hair framing doe-like eyes, shining with life and the promise of adventure. Full rounded lips were moving, revealing some of the brightest, sharpest teeth the dancer had ever seen. His breath stopped as he took in the red-head's frame, compact and strong, enough to probably throw around 3 people without any effort. If Bakugou looked close enough he could see light freckles dusting across the redhead's whole body, making him look like he would fit in a sunflower field.
"Bro?"
"...what?"
"I asked if you were okay, man. Do you need help up? I think I might've given you a concussion. Do you need to go to hospital?"
Katsuki's brain had stopped working, a bright red flush taking over his poor face. He had processed what the gorgeous man in front of him had said, making the red across his face become brighter.
"I'm fucking-" he scrambled up off the floor, his ass sore, a bruise already forming. "Watch where you're going asshole! Damn, you might've given me a concussion, fuck!"
Not his best moment, he knows, but he didn't know what else to say. He slaps the strong hand away, getting ready to storm off.
"Jesus, man, you don't need to be so rude! I said I was sorry!"
Katsuki scoffs, loud enough for the absolute god of a man to hear before turning away and storming off.