"THEY CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT"
A petite brunette crossed her arms as she watched the blond go off on one of his many anger induced rants. Sadly, she had been the one to inform him that one of his photo shoots that was taking place in around half an hour was cancelled last minute, and she was also burdened by receiving the end of his rage. Of course, this wasn't anything new to her either way. Being friends with Katsuki required a patience not many have.
Ochako Uraraka watched Katsuki Bakugou yell his eardrums off as he paced across the white tiles in the large studio. Each word became more aggressive, and his steps heavy and hostile. Employees slowed their pace to stare at the agitated male, only to be dismissed with a simple wave by the brunette.
"Are you done yet?" She sighed out, placing both hands on her hips. Katsuki stopped mid-rant, snapping his neck towards her. He opened his mouth, ready to chew her out, only to let out a groan in reply, slumping down into the nearest velvet couch.
"Yeah, 'I'm done' or whatever the fuck" he muttered , letting his anger sizzle out into soft mutters. Ochako soon sat down next to him, turning towards the angered blond. Her lips melded into a soft smile , always in desire to help her best friend.
"Hey, why does it bother you so much? Use your words, Baku.." she hummed , nodding at him in an encouraging manner. Her chocolate hues softened, a sympathetic glint to them.
Katsuki raised his hands to the sides of his head, slowly rubbing his temple in an attempt to snuff out his anger, and avoid lashing out in the middle of the studio ( again ) .
"You know how fuckin' important time is to me. I don't like getting it wasted by assholes who don't notify me on time." He scoffed out, wrinkling his nose. Ochako fidgeted with the material of her plaid skirt, sighing.
"Well it's not like you're wrong. They should have told you in advance, but there's not much we can do about it y'kno—"
"Yo guys! What did I mi— I'm guessing Bakubro is angry?" Eijirou interrupted the brunette, walking into the studio room to join the pair. His scarlet gaze followed his two friends, noticing how Katsuki was practically seething on his seat.
"Welcome back, Kiri! How did your shoot go?" Ochako smiled as she waved him over, glad there could be a positive transition of topic. She elbowed the blond, beckoning him to speak as well. Katsuki snarled, glancing at the redhead.
"Oi, welcome back , Shitty Hair" despite sounding rather aggressive, Eijirou paid no mind to his tone. The redhead smiled, baring his abnormally sharp teeth, which were considered a trademark element of his. He adjusted his bandana before plopping down next to Katsuki, sandwiching him in between himself and the brunette.
"It went pretty well! I'm really tired though" he replied, yawning. Ochako leapt from her seat, practically beaming. The sparkle in her eyes highlighted a hidden mischief within her, something both of the young men detected quickly.
"What do you have in mind, Pink Cheeks?" Katsuki asked, cocking his head to the side as he furrowed his brow. "I know that look. You're up to no good."
Eijirou shifted in his seat, lips turning downwards. A single fang poked his lower lip as he scowled, crossing his arms. "She's definitely got something in mind" he added, shrinking at the devious smile forming on her lips.
"Aw, come on! I haven't even given my idea yet" Both groaned in response, waiting for her to continue. Ochako paced across the room, leaving a pause to accentuate a dramatic effect.
"Why don't we go out? The three of us! There's this really good restaurant I heard about nearby" despite offering something relatively harmless, Katsuki was the first to shoot her down.
"Are you insane, Pink Cheeks? Or maybe high? You know how insane my fans are, not even mentioning yours or Shitty Hair' "
Eijirou fidgeted with a checkered bandana holding back his wild locks. He chewed on his bottom lip, staring at both of his friends. "I mean.. Bakugou has a point. But is there really harm in going?"
"Exactly! We can just bribe security into escorting us or something!" The brunette exclaimed, her chocolate colored eyes staring down at both in plead. "Baku had a bad day.. can't we have some fun? We can also celebrate another successful day for Kiri"
"Don't call me that, Pink Cheeks—"
"Then don't be whiny for once and come have some fun with us!"
"Oi—"
"Guys! Can't we just listen to Uraraka? I mean.. she's right. There's no harm in having fun for an evening— I think. "
Eijirou rubbed the back of his neck. In the end, he agreed with the brunette. He tried wording it in a way it wouldn't offend or further anger Katsuki. It was the last thing he wanted that day.
With the redhead also giving the blond a pleading set of scarlet eyes, Katsuki threw his head aback with a groan. He muttered a wide arrange of curses , only to deflate in the end.
"Fucking fine. You two win"
As the two smiled and replied in many "thank-you's". Katsuki zoned out for a moment, directing his attention to his cell phone. A light blue icon lit up, and then another one, and another one. Why am I getting tagged so damn fucking much?
Katsuki gritted his teeth and scolded himself for not turning off his notifications as he grabbed the device. He snarled at his phone, seeing more of the usual crap he had to put up with on a daily basis: rumors, interviews, thirst tweets— you name it. How the fuck do they have the audacity to tag me on these?
Nothing really caught his eye. Everything seemed average . That is until a certain post began showing up notification after notification. What's up with this?
Like the curious man he was, Katsuki mindlessly pressed on it, crimson hues glossing over the black text. Hell , did he regret reading that.
"What the fuck is this?"
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"For how long are you going to keep staring at your phone, (y/n)?"
I SWATTED SHOUTO AWAY FROM BEHIND MY SHOULDER as he struggled to snoop in on what I was doing. Izuku was hunched over his desk, probably studying. The mumbles and excessive note taking was a dead give away.
For the last three or so hours I've been trying to type up one of those fancy iPhone note YouTuber apologies— the ones no one really takes seriously. And so far, it was a disaster. This was literally just a misunderstanding! Why are you over complicating this? Just say it was a typo.
I chewed the inside of my cheek. Indecision was eating away at me. What do I do? Do I just let this die? I was still being relentlessly attacked by his fans, calling me a 'fake fan' or many other names that aren't really too great.
"You're overthinking. You should really do something more productive" Shouto mumbled, his cheek pressed against my shoulder as he reassumed his position behind me. He was met with a pillow to the face, and soft grumbles from him. Someone is moody today.
"Leave (y/n) to it, Shouto. You know how stubborn she is. Though... he's right. As someone who's had a fair share of scandals you should just post the facts— easy and simple. It's genuine, and just people believe what they want to believe. Say your truth and all." Izuku chimed in, speaking through a yawn.
"You two don't get it! It's Katsuki Bakugou I'm dealing with here! No matter what I do I'll get ripped to shreds. And he's my idol. I just.. don't want him to think I genuinely said those things. . ." I looked down at the blank screen, hovering my thumbs over my customized keyboard.
"But aren't you angry about his reply? Even if what you wrote was disrespectful, his reply really did cross some boundaries" Shouto deadpanned. The frame of his glasses pressed again the curve of my neck. I craned my head to look at him , noticing how he was glaring down at my phone.
"I mean.."
❝You don't like my content? Fucking fine. But don't go shitting around with my co-workers or me. Go get a fucking life and stay off the internet, retard❞
I winced at the sting of his words, or — text. I had looked up to Katsuki for as long as I could remember knowing his content, and his harsh reply more-so broke my heart. I should be angry, but I wasn't. It was the internet in the end of the day.
"Okay.. what he said was pretty messed up. But I'm more hurt than angry, being honest" I sighed, pouting. They both knew I was more of a lover than a fighter. Izuku spun on his chair, turning towards us with a stumble.
"Just get it over with. Rip off the band-aid!" He encouraged, his forest colored locks bouncing with him as he stood up. "I think I've had enough studying for today. I owed you a milkshake, so let's go out!"
Shouto looked at me and nodded. He lazily got off me, yawning. "I agree. You're dwelling too much on this. Simply get it over with, and accept Izuku's invitation"
"Who said you weren't coming with us? You're not getting out of this that easily!" The freckled male exclaimed, snatching his keys from the holder. "It's all or none here! You wouldn't want to discourage (y/n), would you?" He taunted, smirking as he rattled the keys in his hand.
Shouto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I suppose not.. fine , I'll accompany you two."
I stood from the couch next, slinging my arms around his chest, and nuzzling my cheek onto his back. "Thank you, Shou! You won't regret this" I cooed. He cleared his throat, hastily nodding.
"I bet I won't. . ."
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This chapter will be dedicated to my angels BakuGoAwayPls & geminisadistic , which are very good friends of mine that have been supporting this book since day one! (Plus they kinda threatened me on dedicating this to them or they'd shack me— jk I love them anyways)
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