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“Could you explain that one more time?” Shinsou turned his head, watching the TV as the blond in front of him paused his game.
Katsuki blinked, spinning around in his chair. “So basically,” his eyes wandered down to the cube his best friend was mindlessly fidgeting with, “My parents are close with the Aizawa-Yamadas, they designed most of their closet. On the first of each month, we have dinner at their ‘estate’ ,” he mocked the couple’s uppity tone, “And my parents go over designs and new ideas for the new season and stuff. I was thinking it’d be cool to invite you since you go to school with me now, they should know you… Somewhat..”
Shinsou stared at him for a moment, his lip up turning into a snarl. “The kings…?” Katsuki nodded at his question, “You want me to accompany you? I’m not really into all of that, it’s not my speed.” Shinsou couldn’t lie, the Aizawa-Yamada were scary. He’d seen them walking around his school, a posse like group following closely behind them, and he’d listened to the posh tone in their voice, something about them was scary.
Nobody but the Bakugo family knew Shinsou was let into UA solely based on scholarship, the off chance that the Aizawa-Yamadas knew was scary, they were some of the most powerful people, if not the most influential couple in the world. Shinsou wanted to avoid all embarrassment -- he wanted to avoid being perceived by the couple in general.
Katsuki shrugged. “Why not? Fuck their etiqutte.” Bakugo turned back to his game, fingers jabbing at the controller, “My parents said that I could bring a plus one, I’m tired of hauling Shitty Hair everywhere with me, you go to my school now, so why not?” He was quiet for a moment, “And I thought it’d be a good escape from your dad, I dunno.” he mumbled.
Shinsou furrowed his brows, letting a deep sigh escape his lips. “Are you sure Kirishima’s not gonna be upset about it…? I don’t want him to feel like you’ve replaced him or anything, you know?” Shinsou clenched his hands together, letting his fingernails dig into his palms.
“He’s gonna be busy anyways, he’s got some event to attend to? I don’t fuckin’ know, he’s all over the place.” Katsuki shrugged his shoulders, eyes glued to the television. “Don’t worry about him, just come with me. I promise I’ll keep everything comfortable.”
Shinsou nodded. “I’ll do it. I trust you, ‘Tsuki.” Shinsou looked down at his cube again, the room going silent aside from the sounds of Bakugo’s video game.
The story of how they met was… an interesting one. Katsuki wouldn’t be caught dead engaging with fanclubs, but he’d desperately wanted to communicate with someone who had the same interests. That’s how he’d met Shinsou at around 11 years of age, he quickly became close friends with him and confided in him with his personal issues, he’d even opened up about his own neurodivergencies. When they found out they lived in the same city, they were quick to meet each other, and that’s when Katsuki found out Shinsou wasn’t like him financial wise. Of course, Katsuki didn’t care about their differences, he only cared about their friendship.
Of course the person who’d always accompanied the Bakugo family to the Aizawa-Yamada’s home was always someone royal, more specifically, the prince of the Kirishima family, Eijiro. Eijiro was Katsuki’s friend from school, someone he’d known for half the time he knew Shinsou. But Katsuki’s family always made it clear that they in fact didn’t mind at all if they’d brought Shinsou.
While most people would see him as nothing but a lowborn, the family famous for their anger issues and hatred for other people definitely was not classist. Katsuki knew better than anyone else, he indeed had a privilege that most kids would only dream of. That’s what Shinsou loved about him, too. Even though he absolutely hated and declined ANY type of handout, Shinsou liked knowing that he could always reach out to the Bakugos for any type of help he needed.
Just to name a few things, they drove him to school since there wasn’t any type of public transportation, purchased his uniform and an extra just in case he’d soiled his current one and didn’t have time to visit the laundromat to wash it the night before, they made sure is phone was turned on and paid for, they let Shinsou stay in their home when things were very, very bad at home, they have cups and dishes set aside for him only, they understood that he meant no harm with not wanting to use other people’s dishes, it just simply was wrong in his brain.
Once again, the Bakugo family may be assholes, but they certainly weren’t classist.
Only Katsuki knew the true extent of what Shinsou’s father did to him. One night, when things were extremely tense between the two, Katsuki had to find a way to get to his best friend to help. Shinsou’s tics were going haywire, his eyes were bloodshot red, cheeks stained with tear-streaks, on top of that, his body was shaking like crazy. He craved his friend’s physical touch, all he wanted was Katsuki to gently hold onto his hand while he calmed down, he wanted to know and be reminded that he was there for him. Katsuki was the only one who Shinsou trusted to be himself around, the only one he was comfortable expressing emotions with, he did the same for Katsuki when he had his own meltdowns.
Katsuki turned off his console, stretching his arms. “Dinner should be ready, let’s go get something to eat,” he said, walking to his bedroom door.
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“How was work today, Shouta?” Hizashi sat down at his vanity, dragging the hairbrush through his long, blond hair. He looked at his sleepy husband through his mirror, watching as he picked up the orange cat who crawled across their bed, bumping into Shouta for his attention.
Shouta scratched behind her ear, sitting down comfortably on their bed. “Long,” he said to him, relaxing his shoulders at the sight of his husband brushing his hair.
Hizashi poked out his bottom lip, raising his brows. “How so? Did the kids give you trouble today?” he chuckled, “Sorry I couldn’t be there this time, I really wasn’t feeling well this morning. But after the tea you made me, I felt like the healthiest man alive.”
Shouta smiled, letting the cat rub her head against his cheek. “It’s fine, Hizashi. I promise. And the kids didn’t give me much trouble today. Kaminari wouldn’t listen to me when I said his posture needed to be straight or he’d end up with a hunchback in the future. He thought I was just being a ‘moody old man’.”
Hizashi stood up, placing his brush on his vanity, making his way to Shouta. “Well, he wasn’t wrong, was he?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Within the hierarchy of Japan, Shouta was the most powerful man alive, making him and Hizashi the richest couple in Japan. Obviously, very few families could even compare to their family, those of which included the lucky students who were able to buy their way into class 1A.
In UA, the 1A students were not only taught general education, but they were prepared for the day they would be able to be crowned and the basic etiquette that was expected of them whenever in a social situation, as they were children of royal parents.
Other students were simply general education and not royalty. They either paid their way into this school, or got in purely based on scholarship -- which was extremely rare and would often get you nasty looks, hence the reason why Katsuki and his family were the only people who knew about Shinsou.
That’s why Shinsou didn’t know much about the Aizawa-Yamadas, he just saw them as… What Katsuki liked to call them, “Stupid fuckin’ capitalists” . He’d never held a conversation with either of them, so much as looked in their direction in fear that they would see him and instantly realize that he wasn’t rich. And he was terrified of that. He was absolutely terrified of the fact that they would judge him and embarrass him in front of the entire school.
But he couldn’t lie, he’d admired the way Hizashi could flow down the halls, his hair so nicely done, bumped at the ends and silky. He had such elegant features, he looked like he belonged in the throne he sat atop with his wine glass tucked between his fingers, a pleasant smile on his face. How even his hearing aids had expensive prints, jewels, logos, and each one matched his outfit perfectly.
It was the same with Shouta, he loved the way the older man could wear his hair as messy as he wanted, his face stubble obviously in need of a touch up, yet people knew as soon as they heard the clicks of his dress shoes that the King was here for business and business only.
“Ha, Ha. Very funny, Hizashi.” Aizawa leaned into the kiss, letting the cat crawl off of his lap. He looked up towards his husband’s appearance, closing his eyes as the blond tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You’ve told the cooks that we have a special dinner to host here, correct? They need to order the groceries,” By groceries, he really meant ordering the appropriate drinks for Katsuki and his plus one since they both were not of age.
Hizashi nodded his head, walking to his side of the bed to lay down. “Mhm. I informed them the other day,” he pulled back the covers, getting into the comfortable bed. “And I told them the day after the dinner, since it’ll be so much to make, I told them they could have the following day off,”
Shouta nodded his head, “How generous of you.” he sat back in the bed, closing his eyes.
The blond covered his eyes with his eye mask, delivering a playful hit to Shouta’s shoulder. “Ha, ha. Very funny, Shouta.” he mimicked Shouta’s previous tone, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, darling.”