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Technically, this was all Best Jeanist's fault.
It all started on a seemingly uneventful Saturday. Katsuki had been on his way out of the dorms to his weekly sparring session (re.: date) with Eijirou, when he noticed Ponytail and Round Face chattering loudly on the couch, both worriedly looking into Momo's silver handheld mirror. Now, usually Katsuki would've just drowned it out—the girls' gossip wasn't worth passing up on quality time with his boyfriend, inspite of what Pikachu and Pinky would argue—but he started paying attention when he realized just what their panicked chittering was about.
Ponytail's hair wasn't up in a ponytail. It was down and sticking out in all sorts of different places. Besides that, its usual shine seemed to be gone too. Maybe conditioner worth more than Katsuki could ever imagine being reasonable wasn't actually all that.
"I don't know what to do!" Katsuki heard her whine. "It just isn't cooperating today and I don't know what I did wrong. Kyouka doesn't deserve to see me like this."
She sounded surprisingly distraught considering the subject matter and Katsuki almost snorted at her melodramatic behavior when he remembered Jirou had mentioned something about Momo taking her out for an anniversary dinner. That explained it. Katsuki was sure Jirou would still find her beautiful even if she wearing a fucking garbage bag, but he understood Yaoyorozu's sentiment. After all, he liked it when Eijirou got dressed up for him too. That was beside the point. In a brief moment of humanity he decided to help her out. Yaoyorozu was incredibly intelligent, kind and she made Jirou happy, so it would've been unnecessarily rude not to help her.
God, he sounded like Eijirou.
He sighed and walked up to the back of the couch, glancing at the clock on the wall before looking down at his two classmates.
"I can do your hair if you want," he offered, gruff and straight-forward as ever.
The girls yelped in surprise at the sudden interruption, before glancing to each other briefly, both unsure of what to say. In the end, Round Face was the one to break the silence.
"Are you sure, Bakugou?" she asked, an air of uneasiness clinging to her voice, "We wouldn't want to waste your time." Katsuki scoffed.
"You're wasting my time by asking. Yes or no?" he repeated.
Momo gave Ochako what he assumed to be a reassuring smile before turning back to him. Katsuki tried not to roll his eyes. They were so dramatic.
"Yes, Bakugou," Ponytail said, "It's very kind of you to offer." She turned back away from him, expecting him to start. Katsuki grunted in response, dropping his sports bag and starting to gather Momo's hair at the back of her head.
"Just the standard ponytail? Or did you want some complicated braid shit?"
"A dutch braid, please," she requested shyly. Katsuki simply grunted again, and started parting her hair. He worked quickly and efficiently, fingers moving fast as he crossed the strands of hair over one another. Before long, he'd reached the ends.
"Hair tie," he demanded, grimacing at Round Face's look of awe as she passed him one. He tied up Yaomomo's hair and took the time to tug at the loops to make the braid look more relaxed until he was sure Momo would like it. He looked up at the clock to see only three minutes had gone by. He looked back down at his work, satisfied.
"Done," he announced, picking up his bag again to leave. "And next time condition your hair intead of fucking double shampooing it."
He'd already reached the door when Yaomomo spoke up again.
"Wait, Bakugou!" He turned back around. "Thank you, it looks amazing. Kyouka's going to love it."
Bakugou nodded in acknowledgment and was just when to get through the door before—
"Bakugou, before you go!" Jesus Christ.
"What the fuck do you want, Round Face? Some of us have fucking dates to get to," he barked back, he really didn't have time for this. She seemed taken aback by his statement but dropped the shock to ask her question.
"Where'd you learn to do hair like that?"
"Calm your tits, it's just a stupid braid." He paused for a moment. Calm down, Katsuki. It's just a question, no need to be rude, he told himself. The voice in his head sounded oddly similar to his boyfriend's. He chose to ignore it, answering the question instead. "When I interned for Best Jeanist he said I couldn't do hair to save my life. So I learned how to and became fucking good at it. Can I go now?"
Round Face giggled at his response. Katsuki scowled.
"Ambitious as ever, I see. Have fun on your date, Bakugou!"
He scoffed. Eijirou was gonna have a fucking field day about this.
—
"I can't believe that Bakugo Katsuki—my boyfriend!—arrived late our sparring session because he was helping out a classmate in need," Eijirou teased, the widest smile on his face. Their sprarring session had ended about twenty minutes ago, and they were currently on their way to get lunch together.
He'd been teasing Katsuki since they got out, asking him to help him with his hair—he did—and talking about what a good classmate he had been. Katsuki ignored it for the most part, occasionally shoving him or threatening to never help anyone ever again. Which he did again now.
"If you keep that up I'm never helping anyone ever again."
"Have fun being a hero who doesn't help people then. I'm sure you'll have a very successful career." Katsuki could practically hear Eijirou's grin.
"Maybe if you used those argumentative skills in class instead of on me you wouldn't be failing," he shot back and instead of getting offended, Eijirou laughed. Their playful jabs fizzled out after that, and the two walked in a comfortable silence, until Eijirou spoke up again, voice softer this time.
"For real, though. I am proud of you Katsuki. Last year you wouldn't have even spared the girls a look if it wasn't about school."
The "I'm glad you're letting people in" remained unsaid, but Katsuki knew it was there. He scoffed.
"Shut up," he responded, no real edge in his voice.
Eijirou stopped in his tracks, and Katsuki took note of the big stupid grin that was back on his face as he halted and turned around to face him.
"Make me."
So Katsuki did.
—
Katsuki didn't think much of the whole ordeal after that. Momo thanked him once more the day after and that was that. He'd gotten a few questions about his hairstyling skills—from Deku and Jirou—and he was pretty sure more people had heard about it, but if they did, they didn't mention it.
That is until the stupid end of term ball was announced. Apparently, the teachers had decided that enough of shit had gone down that school year to warrant a school issued social event. It extended over all courses and they were split by year, which means that technically, it was three dances. Everyone was absolutely ecstatic. The self proclaimed "Bakusquad" wouldn't shut up about it, already discussing plans for the night, the Friday two weeks from then. Katsuki was already sick of it.
Currently, it was lunch and they were at their spot on the outdoors part of the cafeteria—Katsuki briefly wondered when it had become "their" spot—sitting in a half-circle on their blazers in the grass, Eijirou in between Katsuki and Mina with Sero and Kaminari across from Mina and Eijirou, respectively. Normally, they'd also be joined by Jirou, but she had to stay after class to discuss something with Aizawa.
Racoon Eyes and Pikachu were talking about the songs they were going to request while Captain Office Supplies nodded along, encouraging their plans to recreate the lift from Dirty Dancing. Katsuki groaned and laid down, placing his head on Eijirou's lap, closing his eyes. Eijirou, who had also been intently listening to Mina describe the logistics of the lift, looked down at his boyfriend and started instinctively running his hand through Katsukis hair.
"You okay?" he asked the blond, brows slightly furrowed.
"Do you wanna go the dance?" Katsuki responded. Eijirou's hand stilled for a moment. Apperently he hadn't expected that.
"Yeah, I do."
"Wanna be my date?"
"You want to go?" Eijirou's were wide with surprise. Katsuki opened his eyes at that, expression turning irritated.
"I want to go with you, idiot." After going to I-Island together it became kind of obvious that Eijirou liked corny events like that. Especially if all of their stupid friends were going too. Katsuki was nothing if not a gentleman, and he would give up his peace and quiet for one night if it meant Eijirou would have a nice time. And if Katsuki was going to go the dance, he sure as hell wasn't showing up without a date. Eijirou would make the whole thing bearable, at the least and he'd get to see him in a suit again. He realized his boyfriend still hadn't responded. Katsuki spoke up again. "Answer the question: yes or no?"
"I'd love to go with you, Katsuki." Eijirou was grinning so wide Katsuki was sure he could feel it in the corners of his mouth, but he didn't seem to care. He simply went back to playing with Katsuki's hair and smiling like an idiot.
"Stop smiling like that, you look fucking stupid."
"You love it."
Katsuki didn't waste his breath denying it, they both knew it was true anyways. He settled for changing the subject instead. "Can you pick out our suits again this time?"
"Sure. Any resquests?" Katsuki pondered for a moment.
"The red wasn't that shitty."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Their moment was rudely interrupted by their friends' snickers in front of them. Katsuki's calm expression twisted into a scowl.
"What?" he snapped, and suddenly the others couldn't hold in their laughter anymore.
"You two are so sickeningly romantic. All gooey and shit. I didn't even know you could do that, dude," Sero choked out in between chuckles. Beside him Mina and Denki took to cooing sarcastically, before laughing some more.
Katsuki's plans for triple homicide were interrupted by Jirou joining them, her greetings cutting off his threats. She quickly managed to change the subject, telling them about the project she'd discussed with Aizawa. From there the conversation quickly derailed to that purple motherfucker with the mind control quirk. Shinsou or something. He'd become Denki's new obsession ever since he transferred after things with Jirou didn't work out, and listening to Pikachu giggle about the smallest things for the past what? five months was fucking annoying.
While Denki ranted about Shinsou's fucking voice or something Jirou turned to Katsuki, who was now leaning his head on Eijirou's shoulder.
"Momo wanted to know if you could maybe do her hair for the dance," she stated simply.
"Fine," Katsuki grunted, not bothering to open his eyes again.
"So do Uraraka and Tsu," Kyouka continued, "they were both really impressed by your secret skills."
"It was a fucking braid," Katsuki responded. Why the fuck was everyone making it out to seem like such a big deal?
"Well yeah, but knowing your perfectionist ass, you could probably do a bunch of fancy updos if you tried," she pointed out.
He wanted to tell her to fuck off, but that seemed rude. Kyouka was by far the coolest person out of his weird ass friend group, and it'd be annoying if he pissed her off. Instead, he opted for a gruff, "Damn right I fucking can."
Kyouka smiled at that, and turned to rejoin whatever conversation the other idiots were having.
—
"You did it again," Eijirou pointed out later, when they were curled up together on top of Katsuki's sheets. Katsuki raised his head to look at his boyfriend, who was peering up at him from where his head was laying on Katsuki's chest.
"Are you gonna fuckin' specify? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me with those big dumb eyes?"
"Can you blame me? You're nice to look at," Eijirou said, flashing him a crooked smile and Katsuki felt his face heat up traitorously. He shoved his Eijirou's face away, responding with an embarrassed little fuck off, only for him to grab Katsuki's hand with his own two, and start pressing little kisses to his palm. Katsuki jolted at the contact and his cheeks flared up again.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Some might find his exasperation a bit dramatic, but could you blame him when Eijirou was kissing his hands?
"What does it look like?" Kirishima asked innocently, "I'm kissing you." He'd reached his fingers now, the most delicate press of lips gracing each of Katsuki's fingertips, and Katsuki swore his skin was on fire. He then moved on to kiss the base of his thumb, then the inside of his wrist before turning his hand around, so gently Katsuki wanted to scream, and kissing his knuckles. Katsuki was going to die, a pathetic death at the hands of a sappy loser who decided he wanted to give Katsuki all his love. He belatedly realized he must also be a sappy loser, considering how all this affection was flustering him, and wanted to scowl. He was getting soft, and he couldn't even bring himself to care because of the dumb redhead who'd somehow found his way into Katsuki's heart and decided to make home there. Katsuki wanted to punch him and kiss him senseless at the same time. Knowing Eijirou, he'd probably accept either with a laugh (and a block, if necessary). Whoever told him he could just go ahead and make Katsuki feel like his chest was going to explode with such ease could get fucked.
"You offered to help someone," Eijirou explained, and for a brief moment Bakugou wondered what the fuck that meant, before remembering his question. The one he'd asked before Ei distracted him with his hand kissing. Katsuki was so gone.
"Not really," he replied noncommittally, "Earlobes asked for a favour and I agreed to it, it's nothing special."
He looked back down to his redhaired boyfriend and found him staring up at him in awe. Katsuki felt the tips of his ears heating up again, why were Eijirou's eyes always so intense? He was about to ask what prompted the starry eyed staring, but Kirishima beat him to breaking the silence.
"You're amazing," is what he said, before reaching up to grab Katsuki's face in both hands and pulling him into a long and sweet kiss.
—
In between classes, training and hanging out with the Bakusquad and Eijirou, time passed by quickly. Before he knew it, a week and a half had already gone by, and preparations for the stupid dance were well underway. Most of 1-A had gone out that weekend to look for dresses and suits (Katsuki and Eijirou not included, Eijirou had picked out their suits the week before). Katsuki had noticed some of the general course kids had carrying around boxes of decorations in between and after classes. People were asking each other out left and right, and Bakugou swore he was going to blow up the next confession poster/ballons/rock/whatever cheesy fuck he saw on his way to class.
Mindfuck had surprised absolutely no one by asking Denki to be his date and now Pikachu wouldn't shut up about it. Bakugou had to give it to the guy, apparently he'd just opted for a simple "I like you, do you want to go to the dance with me?" when they were hanging around in Denki's dorm. Confession void of any of the corny bullshit Katsuki was seeing all over campus, he already gained some points in Katsuki's book. Additionally, he said he was going to take Kaminari out on a "proper date" afterwards. That being said, his not so shitty taste in somewhat romantic endeavors wouldn't preserve him from Katsuki's protectiveness. If he hurt Denki, Katsuki would not hesitate to blast his fucking face off, and he'd told his friend as much, while he was gushing about him one day. Kaminari had given him a smile—small and sincere—and thanked him. "He'd better treat you right," Katsuki had explained, "you deserve it."
All this to say that preparations were in full fucking swing. Preperations that also extended to his boyfriend, as he was currently finding out. He'd thought they were done, considering they had their dates and suits sorted out. He was proven wrong when his aforementioned boyfriend had burst into his room the Wednesday evening before the dance with his hair down and a grocery bag in one hand. He pulled Katsuki off of his bed with the other, dragging him into his own room and then into his bathroom and let then go, ridding the grocery bag of its contents and placing the items on his sink, on display to an unimpressed Katsuki.
"Red box dye? Is this really the shit you put into your hair?" he asked skeptically, picking up the box and skimming over the back of the packaging.
"Yep! And since you, my boyfriend whom I love very much, also love me very much, you are going to help me with it." Eijirou flashed that big, toothy grin at him and Katsuki already knew he would cave. He decided to pretend he needed some more convincing anyways.
"And when exactly did I agree to this?" he raised an eyebrow for increased effect.
"The moment you chose to reveal your hairstyling talents to the world," Kirishima declared dramatically, and Katsuki forced himself not to smile. "Besides," he continued, "my roots are starting to show, and I gotta look my best for the dance. I managed to bag a date with this awesome guy, and I really want to impress him."
Katsuki gave up on hiding his smile. Eijirou was such a dork.
"Oh yeah? How much you wanna bet my date's better?" he challenged. Eijirou laughed and Katsuki couldn've sworn that everything suddenly looked brighter.
"I doubt that. No one can compete with my guy, he confident and powerful and he's so gonna be the number one pro hero someday." Katsuki scoffed.
"Nah, my guy's the strongest. Even without his sick as fuck quirk, he could probably bench me, easy. And he's the kindest motherfucker alive. I once punched him so hard he got a nose bleed and he still went to check if my hands were okay." Which had actually happened, because because Katsuki had accidentally punched Eijirou during one of their no quirk sparring matches. He'd shifted unexpectedly, giving Katsuki no time to halt and before either of them knew it Katsuki's fist had painfully collided with Eijirou's face. Eijirou had activated his quirk on his face reflexively, which was the reason for his concern about Katsuki's fists.
"Mine can cook. Like, really cook. And he makes me meals all the time, even though I don't ask for them. He's super thoughtful." Eijirou was stepping closer now. Katsuki had to step up his game.
"My guy has shitty hair. In fact, he's asking me to be an accomplice in the crime that is his hair right now." That was the exposition, now Katsuki just had to drop a few subtle hints. "It's kind of cute though, so I just might indulge him. As long as he wears it down at the dance."
"What a coincidence! My guy actually does hair, he's even gonna help a bunch of classmates get ready for the dance. He's a little prickly on the outside, but you can tell he cares a lot. I think he secretly likes my hair, even if he pretends not to." Eijirou took another step closer and Katsuki was going to explode.
"I don't think he does," he tried, but it felt weak.
Kirishima hummed in response, taking another few steps closer. He reached down and gripped the basin, effectively trapping Katsuki between his body and the sink, and leaned in. "You sure about that?"
"Ei—" Katsuki was cut off with a kiss. He had half a mind to reach behind him and drop the dye box in the sink before moving his arms to wind around Eijirou's neck. Eijirou, who had his hands firmly placed on either side of Katsuki's waist, winded one arm around his waist and place his free hand on his lower back to pull him closer. Kissing Eijirou had always been nice, safe and warm, even though Katsuki had been pretty shit at it at the beginning. In his defense, the concept of kissing someone is kind of gross when you don't like anyone and never have before. Katsuki had never thought there'd be anyone he was interested in enough to want to kiss, so he just didn't. No middle school girlfriends in spite of the fact that many of his former classmates had confessed to him at some point or the other. Eijirou on the other hand, had had some kissing experience; some vacation fling the summer before starting at Yuuei. So yes, Eijirou had been his first kiss, and also yes, he'd absolutely sucked at it. He was however a fast learner and Eijirou made for an enthusiastic teacher who had absolutely no qualms with practicing for hours on end. His fuzzy thoughts were rudely interrupted by his boyfriend pulling away from him, and Katsuki was already reaching for his face to pull him back in when Eijirou spoke up.
"Dye my hair?" he asked, only panting slightly. There was dumb little cheeky smile on his thoroughly kissed lips and the slightest dusting of pink high on his cheekbones. Katsuki was going to end up dying his Shitty Hair's shitty hair, wasn't he? He chose to remain silent and try not appear out of breath, which was a fucking challenge when Eijirou was looking at him like that. Lucky for Katsuki, Eijirou soon looked down instead, and gave Katsuki a chance to calm down his heartbeat and try not to spontaneously combust. Then Eijirou started nosing along his jaw and Katsuki decided he was going to die.
"Please," he mumbled into his neck, "I'll even wear it down, I promise." Katsuki was about to agrue when he felt a soft press of lips right underneath his jaw, and then another to the base of his neck, and another on his shoulder and suddenly he was tilting his head back and Eijirou was placing kisses all over his neck and shoulders. He kissed Katsuki's adam's apple and Katsuki gasped, and when he bit down slightly on the far end of Katsuki's shoulder he decided that he had to stop this somehow or else his chest was going to explode. He used the hand that was gripping the sink—apparently he'd moved it there to grant Eijirou easy access and to brace himself, because he was nothing but weak for the idiot in front of him—to coax said idiot away from his neck gently.
"I'll do it," he agreed, not meeting his gaze properly because Eijirou was so affectionate with such ease and Katsuki couldn't handle it. "You don't have to go ahead and pull out dirty tricks to convince me." He mumbled that last bit, half-hoping Eijirou wouldn't catch it. He must have, with how closely they were pressed together, but Eijirou didn't comment on it, chosing to pull him in for a final chaste kiss instead and a quick, breathless "thank you" before rushing out of the bathroom to go get a chair.
He came back, shirtless and with a chair in tow, placing it in the middle of his small bathroom before planting himself on it unceremoniously. "There's gloves in the box, I think, and the brush is on the top shelf, with the bleach and the little containers, and clips and ties and stuff," he instructed, and Katsuki nodded and went to get everything.
Katsuki moved so that he was standing behind the chair, a full view of the top of his boyfriends head. His roots were indeed quite grown out, all at varying lengths, but especially in the middle of his scalp, where at least two and a half inches of black hair were fully visible.
"Why are your roots so uneven?" he asked, pulling on the gloves and mixing the bleach.
"One of the pros of spiking my hair up! You can't really see the roots unless they're on the outside, so I only go around my head if I don't have enough time to do all my hair," he explained cheerfully, as Katsuki parted his hair.
"Just fucking do it properly every time. No wonder your hair's so shitty."
"And yet it only took a bit of kissing to convince you to help me. Do you really like having your neck kissed that mu—"
"Shut the fuck up or I'm dying your hair green," he threatened, unbothered by how his gentle handling of Eijirou's hair contradicted his tone. Eijirou just looked up at him with that stupid mischievous look on his face he always wore when he teased Katsuki about something.
"Will you still kiss me if I look like Midoriya?"
The mental image of Eijirou in Deku cosplay was the worst thing his brain had ever coined. Clearly, his horror showed on his face, because Eijirou didn't even bother to hide his too-loud laughter.
"Fuck off!"
—
Friday had rolled around and Katsuki was so done with everything he was going to commit a murder if someone even bothered to breathe in his direction.
Maybe he was being dramatic. But classes had been exausting with everyone buzzing with excitement for the stupid fucking dance. They barely got work done in any of them, and there were decorations and posters everywhere—reminders so that you wouldn't miss it. Katsuki was gonna throw up from how cheesy it was. Additionally, he and Eijirou couldn't get ready together, because he'd promised to help Sero keep Kami calm before Shinsou came to pick him up and Katsuki was busy helping the girls get ready with Aoyama, from the end of the school day to some indefinite time before the beginning of the dance. They'd agreed on meeting at the dance instead of going together, to avoid the mess of running around different dorms looking for each other. So yeah, Katsuki was a little bit disappointed at the fact that he wouldn't see Ei until the party, but he'd live. As long as they had a nice time together at the dance, everything was fine.
After class, Racoon Eyes came over to his desk with Tsuyu, Aoyama and the girls, dragging him along by the arm, and without a chance to say goodbye to his boyfriend. The girls' chatting was already giving him a headache and he knew they were getting ready in Mina's eyesore of a room. Katsuki was going to cry.
They arrived at the room and Katsuki and Aoyama were promptly locked out as the rest of the group changed out of their uniforms.
"So you can do hair, vrai?" she asked him and Katsuki wanted to commit a crime. But they were going to be locked in a room with a third of their classmates for the next few hours, so pissing him off wouldnt be the best idea.
"Yeah," he responded, and it felt awkward, but Aoyama didn't comment on it. A few moments of tense silence later Katsuki spoke up again. "What about you? The fuck are you doing here?"
Katsuki internally cringed at the phrasing, but again Aoyama didn't comment on it, just went to answering.
"Well, mon amour is getting ready with his friends, and I wanted to surprise him with my outfit, so we can't get ready together. Many of my friends aren't going. Poor Toko-chan doesn't know how Dark Shadow would fare with all the lights going on and off in a dark room and Shoji doesn't like these kinds of things. Yaoyorozu made my très chic sparkly outfit and she's going to give it to me and Mina put me in charge of making all of the girls sparkle with their make up!"
Well, at least Aoyama felt comfortable around him.
"What about you! Kastuki! When are you meeting your date? Assuming that you have one."
Katsuki chose to ignore the backhandedness of that comment.
"I do have one, but we're meeting at the dance, because we both have shit to do before that."
Aoyama nodded and gave him that creepy as fuck grin she always wore, when Mina dramatically opened the door to her room and welcomed them in. Bakugou beelined for the bathroom, locking himself inside and changing into his casual home clothes. He stepped out with his stuff and let Aoyama into the bathroom, only to find Amphibian sitting on an atrociously big pink chair in the middle of Mina's atrociously pink room. Katsuki stomped over to stand behind the chair and she generously let her hair down from the lazy top knot she'd tied it up in.
"Alright, lets get this shit over with. What do you want?"
Frog momentarily paused their conversation with Round Face and passed him their phone to show him the reference picture. Simple enough, a curled half up half down style, with a bun.
"It'd be nice if you left out a couple of front pieces and curled those too," they commented and Bakugou eloquently grunted in acknowledgement. Time to get to work.
—
He'd managed to make it halfway through curling Frog's unnecessarily long hair in peace when he was spoken to.
"So, Bakubro! You're coming out with us tonight, right? You got a date?" The teasing voice belonged to Mina, who was currently in the process installing a long pink lace front wig. Seeing as she was a part of the weird friend group that he hung out with daily, he felt obligated to reply.
"Yeah," and he hoped that was enough to sate her curiosity. He didn't want any embarrassing questions or comments about how he was only going because he wanted to appease his boyfriend. However now there were multiple sets of eyes on him. Katsuki wanted to blow something up, but the closest thing he had was his only curling iron, and it had been expensive. He wasn't going to waste that just to yell at his classmate. He had an idea. He raked his mind for any sort of gossip material he might have heard around and said in his most suggestively inconspicuous tone:
"Anyone know who Tape Face is going with? Any hints about his mystery date?"
"Oh my God, tell me about it! I've been needling him about it for days but he just won't crack," Pinky whined. The diversion had worked.
"It isn't you?" Frog asked, "Because Ocha and I both thought it was."
"Nah, I'm bringing this girl from Shiketsu. She's a year above us, and we met during that exchange thing we had?" Kind of like—wait, she and Mina didn't even know each other—"Oh, and Bakubro! She says you guys are actually friends!"
Fucking Camie.
It's not like she'd lied, you could call her and Katsuki friends, exchanging frequent texts and the occaisonal video call. But still, her and Mina. Together. Bakugou was slowly starting to realize that maybe this night would not be peaceful and fun. In fact, he was starting to think that he should ditch to avoid the relentless teasing he's going to face from Camie and his Yuuei friends combined. What if she met Eijirou! They were already menaces over FaceTime, taking turns to see who could fluster him the most, pingponging jabs back and forth. And they'd never even met before. Katsuki was going to die.
"Camie, right? Fake blonde, illuson quirk?"
"Her hair's fake?!"
"Yeah, it's actually dark brown," Bakugou admitted. It wasn't really a secret, at least he hadn't thought it was.
Mina continued to ramble about Camie, how what they talked about and whatnot. She revealed that they were going as friends, Camie just hadn't wanted to miss out on the party. Mina apparently had her eyes on someone else, and then literally trailed her gaze over to Round Face, who just flushed and looked away. Oh, lesbians and their obvious flirting.
By the time that had happened, he'd already finished up with Asui's hair. He handed them a mirror—courtesy of Ponytail—and watched as they got up from the chair with awe on their face, as they admired their reflection. They thanked him and swiftly moved over to Aoyama's station, where he'd already set up an assortment of green and yellow eyeshadows and other makeup knickknacks he couldn't be bothered to name. Katsuki himself had only ever been an eyeliner guy, but he did Eijirou's makeup for him sometimes, because his boyfriend could not be less skilled at it. He looked nice in it, it made him smile, and it gave Katsuki an excuse to sit in his lap—not that he couldn't do so otherwise, but he liked having a (made up and completely unnecessary) reason for it.
Next up was Mina, who impulsively decided she wanted him to curl her lace front instead of leaving it pin straight. Katsuki didn't mind, Mina was chatty enough that no one asked him any questions, which gave him the chance to work without any distractions. At some point however he tuned back in, Mina, Momo, Hagakure and Round Face were speculating about who Sero's secret date could be. The only hints he'd given Mina were that the mystery was in their year and "way out of [his] league". Katsuki's bet was on someone from outside the hero course, most likely from the hero support or general course, considering hero students had a lot of opportunities to meet and maybe connect with support students and that maybe Mindfuck had introduced Tape Dispenser to someone in gen. He mentioned it casually and the others nodded in agreement before throwing in their own ideas, either being encouraged by the group or shot down for being too unrealistic. It belatedly dawned onto Katsuki that he was gossiping. He was making theories about his classmates and telling others about them, like Mina and Denki did constantly; Katsuki was gossiping and he was horrified.
He finished up Mina's wig soon after and made quick work of Ponytail's updo, who—always living up to her nickname—requested a sleek high ponytail with swoop bangs. So far, they'd all requested fairly simple styles, he'd honestly expected something a little more complex, but he wasn't complaining. He was relaxed and later he might admit to Eijirou that he'd had a good time. The company was surprisingly nice, and didn't just take his rude comments without making a wittier comeback. And Katsuki was slowly starting to get gossip. It was fun and Katsuki apparently offered a "unique perspective" according to Yaoyorozu. Whatever the fuck that meant. By then Aoyama had also joined in from where he was doing makeup, still scolding his subjects when they moved. She took her job very seriously, more so than Katsuki, and it was funny to watch him curse everyone out in French.
Now the only person officially left on his unofficial hair style list—he'd already been assured he wouldn't have to do invisible hair and Jirou wasn't putting her hair up—was Round Face, who'd asked for a more classic updo with some intricate braid patterns here and there and strategically placed and curled flyaways. A pleasant change from the simpler styles he'd been doing all afternoon.
He started just like he had with all the others, combing through the hair, parting it, giving unsolicited hair care advice, now with additional banter between everyone. He was somewhere halfway through a braid when Uraraka addressed him directly. "So, Bakugou. What's your date like? It's gotta be someone special, if they got you to come out with them tonight."
Katsuki scoffed. Special didn't even began to describe what Eijirou was for him, but he wasn't about to start waxing poetics about his perfect boyfriend while he was working. Instead he settled of a simple, "You could say that."
Someone shrieked. That someone ended up being Hagakure, who continued.
"Look at his smile! He does like them."
At that Katsuki didn't even have to force a frown. Of course he cared about Eijirou. He knew he wasn't the best with affection, but he still tried to show him he cared. Maybe his classmates just didn't get it like Eijirou did.
"Is it the same person you had that date with a few weeks ago?" Round Face asked, and Katsuki nodded.
"You must've been really excited, I mean, you were so desperate to get going," Yaoyorozu giggled and the rest of the group joined in, cooing and laughing. He didn't know why they were acting like this was new information, he and Eijirou had been going on weekly dates ever since they got together. His frown deepened.
"Ne t'inquiètes pas, Bakugou. We're just teasing," Aoyama reassured him and Katsuki wondered how he lived in a universe where he required reassurance from Aoyama of all people.
Frog made a frog-like noise of what Katsuki assumed was agreement. "It's nice to see you found someone who makes you happy," they said, to which agreeing murmurs followed. Katsuki hummed acknowledgement and mumbled a little thank you. This was nice, but also kind of weird. He and Eijirou had been together for months and this was the first time he'd seen his classmates react this way. Unless—
"Are you gonna introduce us to that mystery date of yours?" someone asked and Katsuki would've laughed if it weren't so absurd.
"Why would I introduce you guys to Kirishima?"
And with that, Katsuki had managed to destroy any semblance of a calm atmosphere in the room.
"You're going to the dance with Kirishima?!"
"Should I not take my boyfriend to the dance?" It seems Katsuki managed to break everyone else in the room once again.
"Boyfriend!" someone screeched and Bakugou retracted his earlier sentiment of his company being witty. Clearly they were all about as observant as a fucking bookshelf.
"Why are you guys so fucking surprised! We do couple shit all the time!"
"When!?" asked an exasperated Mina. Katsuki wanted to scream.
"You're with us literally every day! We've never even tried to hide it or anything!" He didn't know why he'd expected more from his idiotic friends.
"I thought you two were just friends," said Hagakure and Katsuki was going to commit a murder.
"What? Platonic bros who go on dates and tenderly hold each other when they kiss?"
"I thought maybe you guys were just touchy! Different love languages and stuff—"
"Fucking hell!"
—
Katsuki arrived to the dance a bit late. After the whole commotion from his relationship reveal had died down and sufficiently chastising Racoon eyes for not picking up on it, he'd additionally offered to do Aoyama's hair, who hadn't asked for anything because she thought it was too short to do anything with. Katsuki whipped up another classic braided updo before getting rushed out of the room so that they could finish getting Aoyama ready. When he'd arrived at Eijirou's dorm, to pick up his suit he was exhausted, and fell asleep curled up in sheets that smelled like his boyfriend. He woke up an hour later, and one glance at the clock on his phone screen showed him that the dance had just started. He got dressed quickly, not bothering to style his hair of put on any eyeliner before rushing out. After that, he'd accidentally walked into where the 2nd year dance was being held, before embarrassingly having to ask one of the teachers for directions to the correct venue.
When he finally arrived at the dance he was officially around 45 minutes late. He scanned room briefly, taking note of his classmates. Sato was by the punch bowl with a brunette from the business course. A few people were dancing, with varying levels of success. Aoyama was spinning Iida around way too quickly, and Katsuki noted that the class rep's tie was made from the same sparkly fabric as Aoyama's dress. On the other end of the spectrum were Tape Face and...IcyHot? who were moving together fluidly. Did Sero manage pull fucking Todoroki Shouto? He watched Sero dip Half'n'Half dramatically and pull him back up way closer than necessary. IcyHot flushed. Sero grinned—Holy shit, Sero pulls. Katsuki didn't know what to do with this information.
He finally spotted his boyfriend sitting at a table at the edge of the makeshift dance floor by himself, nursing some punch and smiling to himself, presumably watching his friends have fun. He'd made do of his promise, hair ungelled and tied up in a little ponytail instead. His suit was dark red, with the same black dress shirt and red tie from I-Island. He looked good. Katsuki wormed his way through the crowds and call him dramatic, but he let out a sigh of relief when he finally arrived in front of Eijirou. He unceremoniously plopped himself into Eijirou's lap, wound his arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep in greeting. His friends wanted obvious? He was going to fucking bring it.
"Sorry, I'm late," he excused himself afterwards, still in Eijirou's lap, the hands planted firm on his hips preventing him from getting up. "I fucking fell asleep."
"I kind of assumed, especially when you didn't text me or anything," Eijirou chuckled, "Didn't know hair could be so exhausting."
The hair wasn't, the hair owners were.
"It was alright," he answered truthfully, because it had been. Eijirou beamed.
"Really?"
"Really. I have so much fucking gossip. I think I get it now. It's still weird, but now I understand why some hairdressers are chatty," he admitted.
"Chatty hairdresser Katsuki. Oh, how people change," he joked and Katsuki shoved at his chest half-heartedly.
"Did you know that apparently nobody in this fucking class knows we're together?"
"...What?" Eijirou's eyes were squinted in confusion and Katsuki wanted to laugh.
"Yeah. Apparently we're just friends."
"Friends who hold hands and touch each others dicks? Sounds very platonic." Eijirou let go of his hip to cup his face with one hand. Katsuki hummed and let himself be pulled in.
"Totally," he agreed and he was so close to getting kissed when a panicked shriek came from behind him. Katsuki turned around, annoyed.
"What the fuck!" The voice belonged to Pikachu, who had just arrived with Mindfuck and dropped his punch upon seeing the position his friends were in. Katsuki glared at him, irritated, while Eijirou readjusted Katsuki's legs so that he was no longer straddling him at a school issued event.
Right, they still had some coming out to do. But that could wait. Katsuki hopped up out of Eijirou's lap and held out his hand, silently offering for Eijirou to take it.
"Wanna dance?" he asked, because Bakugou Katsuki was nothing if not a gentleman. He still had a boyfriend to pamper. Said boyfriend grinned up at him, grabbed his hand and let himself be pulled up.
"Lead the way."