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Chapter 6 - Tight Fitting Black Suit.

Izuku sat slouched in the car seat, looking around. The interior was mostly black, it was quite spacious, and the windows were really tinted. The cup holder had a large cup in it, and a rag beside it. Izuku turned and looked at the back seat. It had a lot of room, and there was a pile of different files on the right. Before Izuku could finish analyzing, Katsuki slammed the car door, causing Izuku to flinch and face front.

" Now then... " Katsuki mumbled, starting the car. He glanced over at Izuku and then pulled out of the driveway.

" Where are we going? " Izuku asked, looking at Katsuki.

" First of all, we need to get you some proper clothes. "

" My clothes are fine. "

" Fine my ass. You're getting new clothes, end of discussion, Izuku. "

Izuku rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat.

" Can you at least tell me why I need ' proper ' clothes ? " Katsuki didn't respond at first, but then sighed and glanced over at Izuku.

" We're going somewhere on the fancier side. I can't have you accompanying me if you look homeless. " Izuku scoffed and went to make a remark.

" Don't." Katsuki commanded, his tone cold. Izuku just decided to shut up for the time being, and look out the window instead.

The rest of the ride was silent, then they pulled up to a fancy looking store. Izuku furrowed his eyebrows and unbuckled his seatbelt.

" The fuck is this place? Looks like all the shit in there costs thousands! " Katsuki turned to face Izuku, pausing for a second before speaking.

" Watch the language. " Izuku just rolled his eyes.

" Yeah, yeah..." Katsuki got out of the car and waited for Izuku to do the same, then walked towards the doors. Izuku followed closely behind, looking at all the stuff inside. As Katsuki entered, an old looking man approached him and Izuku. The man was wearing a very tidy kept suit, and had his hands behind his back. Izuku snickered slightly but stopped once he received a stern glare from Katsuki.

" Good day, sir, are you looking for anything in particular? " The man asked, he had a weird accent. Sounded like a fake British one.

" I'm just helping him, " Katsuki motioned towards Izuku. " find him some actual clothes." The man nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to Izuku. Izuku crossed his arms and looked the man up and down.

"I want to do a tight fitting black suit. " Katsuki stated, looking at Izuku then back to the man.

" Of course, sir, right this way. " The man started to walk over to a corner of the store, both Katsuki and Izuku following him. Izuku groaned, he wasn't too fond of suits and fancy clothing. Katsuki slowed down a bit until he was walking right next to Izuku.

" I want you to lose the attitude. " He said, lowering his voice down to a whisper. Izuku rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets, he was getting annoyed. Katsuki put his arm around Izuku's shoulder, pulling Izuku towards him before leaning down and whispering directly into his ear.

" Lose the fucking attitude or we're gonna have a little ' chat '. " Izuku took his hands out of his pocket and removed Katsuki's arm.

" Yeah, whatever. " He muttered in response, shaking his head and looking down.

They eventually made it over to the section where a fancy black suit was. Izuku didn't pay attention to the suit and just looked to the price tag.
" What the fuck? 10,000 dollars? This is insane! " Izuku thought, turning his head towards Katsuki. Katsuki glanced at Izuku but turned his gaze back to the suit.

" Where's your fitting room? "

" Just over there, sir. "

" All right. Izuku, try it on, please. " Izuku paused and actually looked at the suit. Yeah, it was pretty, but it wasn't something that would look good on Izuku. Izuku wasn't about to argue right now, so he just yanked it harshly off the rack and went into the changing room.

After about five minutes, Izuku walked out and glared at Katsuki. The blazer and dress pants were black , and the button up shirt underneath was white and a dark green tie. which was just what Katsuki wanted it to looked like . Izuku had left the blazer unbuttoned, as it was too much of a pain to do that. Katsuki walked up to Izuku, buttoning it for him instead. Izuku rolled his eyes.

" It looks like shit. " He grumbled, glancing at the man. Katsuki finished buttoning it and turned to the man, ignoring Izuku's comment.

" I'll take it. " Katsuki pulled out his wallet and handed the man a card, to which the man smiled and ran off.

Izuku scoffed and tugged on the pants slightly, he preferred loose fitting clothes and Katsuki had just bought him the most tightest fitting clothes Izuku had ever worn. " This is so fucking annoying. A dumb 10,000 dollars suit for what? One occasion? So fucking stupid. " Izuku thought walking over to a bench near the fitting room. He sat down, putting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward.

" Sit up straight. "

" Why does it matter? "

" Izuku . "

Izuku sighed but took his elbows off his knees and leaned back against the wall.

" Why are you so damn bossy? " Izuku asked, narrowing his eyes at Katsuki. Katsuki took a second but spoke again, his tone harsh.

" This is your final warning, and I mean it. "

" Yeah? And what if I don't fucking care? Did you ever think about that? "

Katsuki didn't respond and instead walked over to Izuku, grabbing his arm tightly and lifting him off the bench. Izuku grunted and tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't. Katsuki grabbed Izuku by his hair and forced him to look him in the eyes.

" I will give you one chance to apologize. " Katsuki muttered, tightening his grip on Izuku's hair while keeping his hand on Izuku's arm. Izuku swallowed hard and his face twitched.

" Sorry. " He mumbled, but that wasn't good enough for Katsuki.

" That's not a good apology. Try again. " Izuku winced, the grip on his hair tightening.

" Okay, I'm sorry for acting like a dick and having an attitude! " Izuku whined, pressing his hand up against Katsuki's chest, trying to push him off but also not trying . Katsuki stared at Izuku for a moment before letting go of his hair and arm. He tapped Izuku's cheek with his hand, lightly before speaking in a neutral tone. " Good. "

The man came back shortly after with Katsuki's card and a receipt. Katsuki thanked the man and then left the store, making sure Izuku was following. As the got in the car, Katsuki turned to face Izuku, a serious expression on his face once again.

" Your behavior was completely unacceptable, and the only reason you didn't receive worse was because we were in a fancy store. If you ever act like that again, you're going to regret it. "

Izuku nodded and fiddled with his thumbs, looking down at his lap. Katsuki sighed before starting up the car. He tapped his hand on the steering wheel before speaking again.

" You're fine, Izuku. I'm not mad anymore. "

" Okay..."

Izuku mumbled, he was never quiet when he spoke, but for some reason, Katsuki had gotten to him.