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───────────────────001; LOST IN YOUR FACADE
"KATSUKI I'M GONNA BE GONE FOR A FEW! LET THE MODELS IN FOR ME WILL YA!" Mitsuki yelled from the front door.
"YEAH, YEAH WHATEVER!" The younger Bakugou shouted back slamming the door close.
The sound of your foot tapping was the only thing that could be heard outside the Bakugous residence. You quickly took a look at the time and slowly rang the doorbell once. After a few minutes, your patience thinned out as you began to annoyingly knock on the door none stop.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I'M HERE YOU OLD HAG!" The young Bakugou slammed the door open quite annoyed. He instantly regretted his tone once he saw not his mother, but you. You looked him up and down a mischievous grin now forming on your lips. He internally swallowed at the way you gazed at him, almost as if you were a predator hunting down their prey.
"Oh! You must be Katsuki Bakugou! The guy from the sports festival!" Your voice was like music to his ears, not only that but he could feel pride swell up in his chest from your statement. "—and you got abducted by the League of Villains huh!"
His once smirking expression formed into a scowl. "YEAH WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT IT!?" you ignored his remark and just smiled "I'm only joking! Can I come in?" You said not even waiting for an answer as you walk past him.
As you began to walk deeper into their household,
He felt compelled almost, he didn't yell or shout at you for barging into his home, rather he just followed you into the living room seeing that you were admiring his house "You have a beautiful home." He just snorted in response before putting his hands in his pockets ."The old hag will be back in a while." you just hummed in response before facing him.
"What's it like in UA? They have dorms there now right? Man, I wish I could go to such a prestigious school!" Katsuki raised his brow at your last comment, "what school do you go to?".
You just gave him another smile "I'm doing modeling full time!" He gave you another 'what the fuck' look. "How old are you the fuck?"
"hm, old enough to know better, but still too young to care."
He thought for a second, considering his answer to your sudden riddle, "You're 17." He said as a matter of a factly. You smiled at his deduction, "you're smarter than you look!" He just rolled his eyes, why was he letting a stranger cyberbully him? "Back to what I was saying, I basically took a gap year? I guess to focus more on modeling."
"So you're stupid."
You pouted at his statement "I do wanna study! But I don't have the time..." you said scratching the back of your neck. "THEN MAKE TIME!!" you just let out a breathy laugh, unfazed by his sudden outburst. Something in your face slightly changed which he picked up on which made him internally flinch, not that he would admit it though."would you teach me if I did?" Your eyes screaming danger, he tried to look away yet he couldn't, he felt like a moth to a flame.
Before he could even get a word out you both heard a loud knock from the front door. He looked back at you but you just smiled standing up gesturing for him to answer the door.
He angrily opened the door without saying a word to his mother before walking off. "OI BRAT COME BACK HERE! DID THEY COME ALREADY?!" Mitsuki said angrily walking towards katsuki before she met eyes with you. You slightly waved at her before smiling "Hey Mrs. Bakugou!"
"Oh! Well if it's isn't Y/n! Are you the only one coming in today? Was Katsuki being annoying?" Mitsuki said almost pitifully "I DIDNT DO SHIT!" You laughed at his quick retort almost as if he was expecting his mother to say that, you just waved her off "He kept me company!".
She sighed almost in relief "Well the studio is out back so just head there! Give me a second I need to get something in the car!" She said retreating to outside.
You turned your head over to katsuki who was about to walk up the stairs. You gave him a 'goodbye' wave before walking off, Katsuki couldn't help but feel disheveled, Your overly blunt attitude wasn't the reason katsuki felt so bothered. Yet he couldn't put his finger on it. Something about the way you displayed yourself just seemed so fake it disgusted him. Yet he was so captivated by you,
It was almost as if you were
getting lost in your facade.