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If there was one thing Bakugou Katsuki hated, it was being dragged into his mother’s fashion affairs. However, the idea of her asking shitty Deku to take his place pissed him off infinitely more. That’s how he found himself sitting in his mother’s studio at ass’o’clock in the morning on a Saturday to figure out what publicity stunt the hag had dragged him into.
*Dye Job*
Have fun at home Bakubro! See you Monday!!!!
The blonde scoffed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He would’ve much rather stayed at the dorms hanging out with shitty hair and the rest of the losers than be at home. He had already been doing that for weeks though, and his mom hadn’t taken his polite “fuck off” as a valid excuse to not help her out.
“Good morning Bakugou-kun!” The overly cheerful voice of his mom’s assistant Fukukado Emi shook him out of his irksome reverie, and he glanced up only to be assaulted by her equally bright smile.
“One cup of office-standard black coffee to match your equally standard black aura,” she sing-songed.
Bakugou rolled his eyes at her dumb comment but took the offered coffee anyway, he knew he would need it to deal with his mom. Actually, speaking of the hag, he yelled out to Fukukado as she practically skipped out of the boardroom.
“Hey Joke, where's the old hag anyways!”
She did a half turn as she replied, “Oh she should be coming any minute Bakugou-kun, she was just waiting for one more guest!”
“One more guest,” Bakugou wondered before he yelled, “Who the fuck else is coming!”
But the joker just flashed him her infuriatingly cheshire-like smile, and let the door shut behind her.
Well great, not only was he going to have to put up with his mother’s ridiculous idea, but he was going to have to entertain some fuck-wit at the same time.
The sudden sound of his mother’s boisterous laugh interrupted his silent fuming. When Bakugou ‘Ticking Time Bomb’ Mitsuki threw open the glass door he realized just how fucking annoying his day was about to be.
Bakugou had worked with Utsushimi Camie before on the few occasions that his mom and dad roped him into modelling a collection. But no matter how many times he worked with her, or how good she was at her job, it didn’t change the fact that she was monumentally annoying.
“OMG Bakubabe! Momma Mitsuki didn’t tell me I’d be working with you,” she squealed, “I thought you were like super busy being a hero or whatevs!”
“It’s not whatevs,” Bakugou grunted out between his clenched teeth, “I go to the fucking number one hero school in the country you blonde bimbo!”
“Yeah I know that Bakuboo,” she said while rolling her eyes, “I see you on T.V like all the time, ouch btw I’m so not a bimbo.” The fact that she just pronounced b.t.w outloud told Bakugou differently.
“I just meant that I didn’t know you had time to make TikToks with me!”
“To make what,” Bakugou roared while rising from his seat, “You’re right I don’t have time to make stupid fucking TikToks with you!” Truthfully, he only knew what TikTok was because raccoon eyes made him film her ‘Savage’ dance challenge, and he definitely wasn’t going to be doing that in front of fucking Utsushimi.
But before he could further explain his distaste for the idea, he was interrupted by a large smack on the table next to him.
“Well, I’m glad I have your attention,” his mom said looking at him with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “Now please take a seat both of you so I can explain what you’ll be doing next weekend.”
The pointedness of her glare reminded him that yes he had already agreed to whatever embarrassing project his mom had signed him up for, and apparently it involved spending the weekend with Blondielocks.
“Now before you ask, yes you will be making some TikToks with Utsushimi-san but,” she raised her hand before Bakugou could interrupt, “it will not be nearly as torturous as whatever you’re thinking.” The fact that he was working with Utsushimi in the first place was not a ringing endorsement of that statement.
“Yeah this’ll totally be fun Grumpy Kat! No need to freak.” The blonde surely looked excited, but Bakugou seemed to remember her getting just as excited over Uwabami’s newest eyeshadow palette, so he didn’t trust her judgement either.
Still he didn’t have much of a choice other than to listen to whatever this asinine plan was. And although he wouldn’t admit it, he was the tiniest bit curious about how TikTok related to his parent’s clothing line.
“To put it simply, the two of you will wear some of the clothes from the most recent S/S collection and go to Ometesando, Roppongi Hills, and maybe even Harajuku to get your picture taken by paps.” He noticed Utsushimi fiddling with her phone as his mom was talking. “Fashion week is coming up, and if people on TikTok are fans of what you’re wearing it will make more young people notice the brand”
“Yeah I get the whole young demographic thing, but how the fuck is someone on TikTok looking at me in your clothes any different from a professional photo shoot,” Bakugou spat. He was already over this, and his coffee was probably cold by now.
Before his mom could answer him he felt a rapid tapping on his left shoulder.
“Cuz it’s like this Bakubabe,” Utsushimi said while putting her phone in front of him on the table. “People go out to fancy shopping areas and paps take pictures of all the fashionable people walking by, then fans put music over it and boom it’s super popular on TikTok.”
An obnoxiously bassy song was playing through the speakers on Utsushimi’s phone as Bakugou watched short clips of people walking in time with the music.
“Social media is all over street style these days, and the better your fashion is the more popular you are,” she said while blessedly stopping the video.
“So let me get this straight, you want us to model your clothes on the street so you can become TikTok famous before fashion week,” Bakugou said while glaring at his mother.
“I wouldn’t have used those words exactly, but yes that’s the general idea brat,” Mitsuki responded.
“Then what the fuck do you need me for,” Bakugou exploded, “She’s the model here so have her walk the streets for the TikTok paparazzi, it’s her job isn’t it!”
“Well yeah Bakitty with my fanbase I’d probably be successful doing these vids on my own, and Momma Mitsuki does have me doing a few solo ones, but the ones with couples are wayyy more popular,” she said spreading her arms for emphasis on the wayyy.
“Besides we’re like hot on our own but we look super hot together, so we should use our sexy powers for good y’know?”
At the mention of sexy powers Bakugou could feel his eye twitching, even though a tiny part of his brain crooned that of course they would make a smoking hot couple. They were literally bombshells.
“You only have to be in a few videos on one weekend Katsuki, and then you can go back to whatever the fuck it is you normally do on weekends,” his mom said halting his admittedly worrying train of thought.
“It’s good for business and it’s good for your social life. I see this as a perfectly acceptable use of your time.” Her cut and dry attitude was really starting to grate on him, but he thought the idea over anyway.
Or he would’ve if it wasn’t for Utsushimi sinking those cherry red claws she calls nails into his shoulder.
“Pwetty pwease do this with me Bakubaby,” she cooed in his ear, “we haven’t hung out in forevs and it’ll be dope as hell to get all dressed up with you again.”
Although he violently objected to being called Bakubaby, he tried to rationally think about the situation. Pros: Doing this would get his mom off his back for a while, it might make people take an interest in him which would be good for when he debuted as a pro, and there were definitely worse people to work with than Utsushimi Camie. Cons: He would be spending yet another weekend away from UA, he had to dress up in uncomfortably styled clothes, and he had to spend the weekend with Utsushimi Camie.
“Fine.” he sighed. His slump in the chair became more pronounced, “I’ll do it.”
“Yay OMG Bakuking you won’t regret this!” She leaned over and wrapped her arms around him in a quick approximation of a hug before standing up.
His mom stood up as well signifying that this meeting was truly over.
“I’ll start working on coordinating outfits for the two of you, but you won’t need to come in again,” she said as she made her way to the door.
“Meet back here next Saturday at 10 a.m. sharp,” her gaze was focused on him, “I’ll text if I need anything from either of you.” And with that she strode out of the boardroom and down the hall.
“Well looks like I’ll see you again next week Baku, text me yeah” Utsushimi said as she floated out of the door as well.
Bakugou was still sitting in his chair trying to process what the fuck he just agreed to, and why his shoulder still fucking hurt.
He grabbed his coffee, fuck it really was cold, and made his way to the front door of the studio.
Fukukado was positioned at the front desk, so he purposefully threw the abandoned coffee into the trash can next to her in an effort to quell some of his anger. To his disappointment she didn’t even flinch.
“See you next week Bakugou-kun,” she said while looking down at the keyboard. He swore he still heard a smile in her voice though as he slouched out the door.
At home he checked his phone and saw that there were 17 new messages in the ‘Bakusquad’ group chat. He resolved himself to going through them when a new message popped up from an unknown number.
*Unknown Sender*
OMG Bakubabe I totes realized that u can’t txt me if u don’t have my digits! So here ya go! Feel free to blow me up anytime mmkay!
At moments like these he cursed every deity in existence for taking his hearing instead of his sight. The atrocious text was obviously from Utsushimi.
*Bakugou*
I’m going to see you on Saturday, do not under any circumstances blow my phone up before then.
He only had to wait a few seconds before he received her reply.
*Unknown Sender*
Fine T.T I guess I can keep some mystery for our date Bakuboo ;) See you then!!! xoxo
Bakugou stared at his phone with a mix of awe and disgust. He succeeded in getting Utsushimi to shut up, but before that she said Saturday was going to be a date. Tens of questions were whirling around his mind, including what the fuck does a winky face followed by xoxo even mean?
He contemplated asking the squad about his dilemma, but that would require filling them in on the whole situation, and there was no fucking chance of that happening.
Instead he stared down at the text on his phone for 5 long minutes before ultimately deciding not to reply.
And if he saved Utsushimi’s number as ‘Cherry Bomb’ well that’s no one’s business but his.