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“It’s gonna be so great to have a hero costume again!” Uraraka said excitedly, clutching the silver briefcase to her chest more tightly. At her side, Bakugou felt similar emotions, but hid them behind a more stoic expression and attitude.
“It’s only been a month.”
“Come on, Katsuki! You gotta admit you’ve missed it. We even had to sit out of training that once because we didn’t have them.” Bakugou part-scoffed, part-laughed.
“Cheeks, that was because we were being punished for what happened at the last training - not ‘cause we didn’t have our hero costumes.”
About a month ago, Bakugou and Uraraka were pitted against each other in a mock city battle, with Uraraka being placed with Kaminari on the villain side, and Bakugou and Ashido playing the heroes. At some point, Bakugou and Uraraka came face-to-face and got a little too into their roles and had a full-on battle (after all, the two always took any chance they could to give their all and show their improvements, and they knew no one else could appreciate the relentless attacks like they could for each other).
The two had been so into it that they didn’t even hear All Might in their earpieces telling them to stop, as he could no longer see them through all the dust their battle had caused.
When the smoke and debris settled, the two students were found on their knees, thoroughly worn out, with almost nothing but scraps covering them - it was amazing there was anything left of their costumes at all.
Orders had to be placed for new outfits, as there was no mending the damages on the originals. Even Bakugou’s gauntlets were destroyed. As punishment, the two had to sit on the sidelines for the next class and take extensive notes on the performing students.
“Now, I expect the two of you to use more caution when training this time,” Aizawa said monotonously as he gave them their replaced outfits earlier that day. “While I agree it was a great test of your quirks, you both went further than you should have. Shredding each other’s hero outfits in combat is something you want to avoid if you want to retain some dignity in this society.”
Uraraka puffed out her cheeks, then shrugged and smiled up at him.
“Still! I’m excited to have it back. Don’t tell me you haven’t missed yours,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder. Bakugou scoffed.
“Never said that. I’m just pissed it took so long,” he said. Uraraka laughed and shortly after, the two arrived at the dorms, walking up to the steps. Bakugou grabbed hold of the door and let her walk in first. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Talk to ya soon! I’m gonna get some homework done,” she said before running off. Bakugou knew that ‘talk soon’ meant ‘I’ll text you as soon as I get to my room because I somehow managed to find something incredibly interesting to talk about in the thirty seconds since I left.’ Not that he minded, of course.
He went to his own room and tossed the case to his bed. He could be patient, so he went to the bathroom first. When he came out, though, he went straight for the case. He needed to make sure it was all there, anyway. Right.
Undoing the latches, Bakugou lift the top of the case to find his -
What?
Pink?
Immediately Bakugou’s brow furrowed and he pulled each piece of his outfit out and tossed them onto the bed.
Pink.
His hero costume was fucking pink without even a hint of orange or green anywhere to be seen. Colored in soft pink was the back trim of his mask, the large X over his chest, the trim of his gauntlets, belt, kneepads, and the main parts of his boots. Hot pink was everything else that wasn’t black, even the eyelets on his kneepads and boots.
Oh, he was pissed. More than pissed. He was fucking livid . What dumbass could fuck up so bad that they would make his hero outfit pink? Fucking pink?
Grabbing his mask, Bakugou stormed to his door and threw it open just to find Uraraka standing there with her fist raised to knock. Her eyes were wide with shock.
“Oh! You scared me. Uh, I wanted to ask about -”
“This?” Bakugou finished, holding up his pink-trimmed mask with a growl. She bit her lip to hide a grin and nodded, holding up one of her wrist cuffs. It was a dark military green with an orange band. His colors. “They fucking swapped our colors?”
“I guess? I didn’t know yours was… pink,” she said, voice cracking slightly in humor. Bakugou narrowed his eyes, then grabbed hold of her wrist and stormed past her, pulling her along.
“Wha-?! Bakugou, where are we going?” Uraraka asked, stumbling along behind him and trying to regain her footing to keep up with him.
“We’re gonna get this fuckin’ mess straightened out,” he shouted, leading her out of the dorms and back towards the school, where he immediately headed for their classroom.
Aizawa was dozing behind his desk, having fallen asleep there before he realized it was time for him to leave. Unfortunately, that was a bad decision, and he knew it as soon as the door burst open and Bakugou stomped in, slamming a black and pink piece of fabric down on the desk. Aizawa sighed and sat up, then saw Uraraka looking at him apologetically and clutching something green and orange against her chest. He looked to Bakugou.
“What do you want?”
“What do I want? Is this some sort of dumb joke? My hero suit is pink - fucking pink! I wanna know what the fuck is going on!” Aizawa took a deep breath, quirking an unamused brow.
“Sorry… What? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Uraraka placed a hand on Bakugou’s arm and stepped forward.
“Our hero outfits are… well, the colors seemed to have gotten messed up in production.” She held out the discolored wrist cuff. “My outfit is Bakugou’s colors and his are mine.”
Aizawa took the cuff in one hand and picked up the mask in the other, then sighed, shaking his head.
“The two of you have the same costume designer. I suppose this was bound to happen at some point. Maybe his notes got mixed up or -”
“I don’t give a shit how it happened! There’s no way in hell I’m going around in a pink suit!”
“Hey, what’s wrong with pink?” Uraraka defended. Bakugou sighed heavily.
“It’s one thing when it’s on you, but anyone else - especially me - it looks fucking horrible.”
“Mina’s pink…” Bakugou rolled his eyes but turned back to Aizawa.
“Look - there’s nothing I can do. I’ll place orders for more outfits but it’ll take another month or so to come in. You will both have to use what you have now until then,” their teacher said tiredly.
“Another month ?!” Bakugou shouted, but Uraraka was already pulling him out of the room.
“Thank you, Mr. Aizawa!” she called to him, and began dragging her boyfriend back to the dorms.
“Katsuki, I get you’re angry, but there’s nothing that can be done,” Uraraka said with a sigh as she closed the door to his room. “It’s only a month. I know it sounds like a while but it’s not as bad as you think it is.”
“How can someone fuck up this bad? There’s no way in hell I’m wearing this shit for a month.”
“I don’t think it looks that bad…” Bakugou turned to see her wearing his mask and checking it out in the mirror. He rolled his eyes.
“That’s cause it’s on you.”
“How flattering,” Uraraka said with a giggle, receiving a scoff from the blonde. She took the mask off and went to him, raising her arms to fasten it over his eyes. Surprisingly enough, he put up no fight, only averting his eyes with a scowl. She then grabbed the gloves and pulled them up his arms, and stepped back.
“You look… good,” she said, but Bakugou could hear the shake in her voice and when he looked at her, he saw the tears in her eyes as she fought like hell to hold back a laugh.
“Dammit! It looks fucking ridiculous!” Bakugou roared.
“No! I mean… it does, but ,” she said quickly as she saw his temper rise, “it will just take some getting used to. Come on, Katsuki! Have a sense of humor! This is all pretty funny.”
“Glad you think so,” he grumbled, pulling off the gloves and mask, tossing them to his bed. Uraraka smiled and went to him, looping her arms around his neck.
“People will laugh, but that’s a part of life. What matters is that you keep to your hero tracks and train like hell out there. And you’ll always be my greatest hero.” Bakugou looked down at her, captivated by her sincere eyes and soft smile. Then, she bit her lip. “ No matter how pink .”
“Oh, fuck off!” He shouted, shoving her away. Uraraka laughed, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her cheek on his back.
“ Katsukiiii ,” Uraraka drawled, squeezing at him. “Lighten up! You only have to wear it for a few days out of the month, okay? You’ll have your real outfit in no time.” Surprisingly enough, he seemed to relax - whether it was her words or her proximity, she wasn’t sure, but she was glad that he was less likely to burn the world down. “It’s only a color, after all. It has nothing to do with your abilities.”
“It’s not about the color, Ochako. It’s the fact that -”
“That someone made a mistake? An accident ? Come on, Katsuki - we’re all human.” His shoulders dropped and Uraraka smiled against his back, giving it a soft peck. “Are you good now?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. He placed his hand atop hers and sighed. Maybe, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.
As Bakugou made his way outside to meet up with the rest of the class, he kept his eyes cast downwards, teeth grit in a way that was sure to leave his jaw sore in no time. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him.
“One word and I’ll kill you all,” he growled, his voice lowering to a threatening octave, though he knew so many of them were just itching to make a joke. However, not long after, he felt the eyes leave him - much sooner than he would have expected.
“Oh, man, you weren’t kidding when you said you two totally swapped colors,” Kaminari said. Bakugou turned around to see Uraraka walking over, her black and orange-tinted headpiece tucked beneath her arm.
In the week since the mix-up occured, Bakugou had yet to see his girlfriends discolored hero suit - until now.
Orange seemed to blind his vision for a moment before he could really see everything. Her boots and the inner pattern of her body suit were the shade that typically colored his own outfit. It took the place of everything that was normally a light pink, whereas everything else that was often a darker shade of pink was now his military green.
Fuck , Bakugou thought. He really hadn’t expected her to look so good in his own colors.
Uraraka reached him with a smile.
“You’re looking pretty good,” she said. Bakugou could have scoffed and looked away like she expected, but his girlfriend had teased him quite a bit in the past week. Instead, he cocked his head and looked at her with a quirked brow and a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I could say the same of you, Cheeks.” As if on cue, her face brightened and she took a step back, clearly not expecting that response. He laughed, forgetting the classmates around them.
“Now that we’re all here,” boomed All Might’s voice, “I can assign your teams! Today we will hold a mock hostage situation with one hero, one villain, and two hostages. The first two hostages will be Bakugou and Iida. The villain will be Sato, and the hero Uraraka.” He glanced over at Bakugou and Uraraka and they immediately knew they were paired like this to prevent them from having to fight each other head-on with other pair ups. Bakugou scoffed and Uraraka bashfully rubbed the back of her neck. “Also, there will be no attempt at combat from the hostages - this drill is for the hero to know how to handle the situation and separate the villain from the hostages as safely and quickly as possible.”
As the class made their way to their designated areas, Bakugou nudged Uraraka with his arm, grinning down at her.
“Looks like I also get to see ya kick ass in my colors, too,” he said with a wink. Her face flushed again and Uraraka began to regret the teasing she had tormented him with all week.