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It was dress down day. That was the reason. Everyone had planned on wearing their normal clothes rather than their uniforms. Most of class 1A were already pretty sure what to expect. They’d been living in dorms together for months after all. Many of the students had pondered over their outfits for days, hoping to dress to impress.
Katsuki Bakugou was not included in that aforementioned group of students. He was a fucking idiot. He looks at his profusely filled hamper. He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes, why’d he have to skimp on doing his laundry. He’d been so busy with his training and homework so he’d completely forgotten. He glares at his clothes and scowls.
Fuck this. He thinks. He wasn’t going to fucking wear dirty clothes. And obviously he couldn’t wear his uniform. Katsuki turns from his hamper, towards his closet. A god damn pair of jeans hung at the back of the closet.
Fuck.
This.
Shit.
They were the complementary jeans he’d gotten from his internship with Best Jeanist. The hag had snuck them into his suitcase upon his moving into the dorms. He really should have burned them when he had the chance.
Katsuki Bakugou did not wear fucking skinny jeans. Sure he’d worn jeans but he’d never wear those.
Which was probably why they were the only clean pants he had right now.
Katsuki grumbles. Stalking over to his closet. Today was going to be a shitty day.
Class would start any moment now. People crowded around each other’s desks, chattering away as they normally did before classes. Izuku hunches over his notebook trying to review some of the things he’d seen in his last heroics class. Tuning out the noise in the room like he was used to every morning.
Suddenly, Izuku hears a familiar stomp of feet. He looks up from his notebook. And that’s when his world figuratively halts. His breath hitches.
There Kacchan was… in… jeans...skinny jeans
He hurriedly dropped his head to the desk.
Someone says, "I'd tap that." Izuku isn't sure who.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Izuku rushes his head down and tries to scribble something in his notebook. But all he could see was those damn sculpted legs in his mind’s eye. How had he never noticed? After all those years. Sure he wore baggy pants all the time, his hero costume was a prime example of that. But seriously, who knew Kacchan had legs for days?
Yeah, Kacchan always wore shorts and baggy pants. So why was he wearing skinny jeans? Izuku looked down at the sorry clothes he was wearing, a shirt that said t-shirt across it and simple shorts. Shorts! He was supposed to dress casual right? He peaked up and glanced at Kacchan heading to Kirishima’s desk a look of utter annoyance across his face.
Upon him reaching his desk Kirishima lets out a whistle, “Woah, bro.” he grins, “ damn .”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean shitty hair?” Izuku hears Kacchan accented by an explosion.
Sure enough Iida came in, with his perfectly ironed buttoned down, dress pants and loafers. Telling everyone to sit down for class. Wildly waving his arms, chopping the air with his hands. Izuku stifles a giggle behind his hand, he looks even more like an uptight salaryman right now Izuku thinks to himself .
But he is completely ripped out of his thoughts by Kacchan heading to his desk. And… and he sits down. Right in front of Izuku. All the while Izuku looks down at his ass. And it’s closer. And the tight denim stretches over it.
Kirishima-kun’s right, damn. Izuku blinks did… did he just think that? He begins to blush. Kirishima is looking at Izuku from a few desks over giving him a thumbs up and flashing his sharp teeth.
And what’s that supposed to mean? Izuku questions in his head.
Izuku gulps. His throat feels way too dry. Yeah, wayyyy too dry. He jerks his head down at whatever was on his desk.
He clasps his mouth shut. Feeling hotness spread to his ears.
Katsuki could feel those stares all damn day. When he walked in that classroom he fucking tensed. Because there were all those damn fuckers looking at him. In those God damned jeans. He wanted to give that damned denim bastard the middle finger. Why had he thought this was a good idea.
When Kirishima had whistled, he knew exactly why. And fuck. He had to hold himself back from exploding on him right then and there.
Katsuki sits on the cafeteria bench trying to eat his lunch. “Man, I guess you don’t skip leg day!” Kaminari teases.
Katsuki’s eye twitches. “If I hear another word out of you Pikachu, I’m going to kick you in the balls and you’ll wish that I fucking skipped leg day.”
Kaminari haughtily fans himself with his hand, “Someone’s a diva.” He grins, “though I’d love some tips. Didn’t know you were in the running for best ass in the class. You could give Yaomomo a run for her money.”
Katsuki snaps his head in his direction, and he’s laughing. Kirishima gives him a shit eating grin from across the table. “What the fuck? You’re sounding like the Grapehead Bastard today.” Katsuki growls. “God damn pervert.”
“You’re not dressed like this everyday.” Kirishima elbows him, quirking a tiny eyebrow. “Never thought you’d actually wear those jeans from your internship.” He turns to Kaminari and knits his eyebrows. “Although it’s not really manly to objectify people like that.”
Ashido’s jaw drops. “Wait, hold up. Those are Best Jeanist jeans?” she squeals, “Baku, you’ve got to get me an in! I want a pair!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. What the hell is wrong with these idiots today? He honestly felt like a sentient walking pair of jeans today. Because that was all people seemed to see.
And fuck that. He was seriously rethinking wearing dirty clothes. Rather than these shitty pants.
Katsuki feels those stares for the rest of the day. During english, during literature, during math, during fucking all their classes. And it wasn’t just the girls. It was the boys in the class too. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen him in goddamn underwear before when they went to change into their hero costumes. He almost explodes his pencil when he finds that Half and Half bastard Todoroki staring at him from the back of the classroom.
Later that day Deku actually walks into a wall. He turns into a inconsolable tangle of muttering. Uraraka blushes after Katsuki turns from picking something off the ground. Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima literally take turns smacking his butt. And he can hear Hagakures giggles whenever he turns around.
They were all fucking perverts. If this was how Yaoyorozu felt all the time, she was a fucking saint.
Fuck this !
He was going to burn those dumb ass jeans with his quirk as soon as he gets the chance. Explode them to kingdom come.
When the day was finally over, Katsuki hurriedly rushes to do the deed after changing into his pajamas. Katsuki smiles at the thought of him blowing the pants into the stratosphere
On his way to the dorms he bumps into Deku, who has blush dusting his cheeks. And he’s looking at Katsuki with wide, green eyes.
He stutters. “Y-y-you l-l-look nice today K-k-kacchan.” he clasps his hands over his mouth while scurrying away from Katsuki.
Katsuki gives him a once over. He’s a goddamn mess. He thinks back to the rest of the day. Thinks about all those people ogling him. And he smirks to himself. Maybe he wouldn’t get rid of the jeans. He seems to have a lot of power at his fingertips just by wearing them. The nerd was even more of a stuttering mess than usual. Katsuki fucking had assets
Yeah he was going to keep the jeans.
With a new pep in his step, Katsuki heads the rest of the way to the dorms. Cackling all the way.