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Press Release
“You’ve gotta be shitting me if you think I’m giving up my girl for any of you dumb-ass broads.”
Bakugo snatched his hand back from the eagerly waiting notebooks, clothing articles, and even chests that lay before him, his signature the only thing keeping the crowd before him waiting.
He didn’t even know why he attended these press events, it all turned into a raging shit-show by the time the actual interview was over. Coupled with the fact that it wasn’t even his press release, it was his girlfriend’s, he’d just stopped by to support, not really expecting such a huge turnout for his sake.
It’d become a little bit of a routine thing in the last 6 months they had been dating, going to each other’s events, that is. Mainly on the account that their press events revolved heavily around each other 90% of the time, he kind of had to show up lest the media give her hell for another 6 months out of the year.
Quite frankly, Katsuki didn’t think he had the time to blow up every single news station in the country, so he tamed his wild blonde hair as much as he could and stuffed himself in his (surprisingly tight) PR costume for an event they only stayed at for about 20 minutes.
They had been at Ochako’s latest UraviDoll launch, the much-loved and ever-popular doll of hers releasing a new variation that included a Dynamight suit, spare grenades, and a new face paint that had all of her little plastic clones sporting a smudged smokey-eye look. The doll had grown so popular on the account of the general public thinking Ochako looked absolutely hot in her boyfriend’s costume, they thought she was so hot in fact that it completely outsold her Deku line in a matter of minutes.
This may have been due to the fact that the start of their relationship had been seen as the ultimate love battle between the two male rivals, but Mina liked to tell Ochako from time to time that the dark colors, gaudy accessories, and low-cut of Bakugo’s costume did wonders on the female body.
And she was goddamn right.
Uraraka remembered the first time she tried on the costume made for her, completely embarrassing herself in front of the designer when she said:
“I don’t remember the top being cut this low? Also, it's super tight, are you sure this is how he wears it?”
Bakugo had simply laughed from his seat across the design studio, giving himself an internal pat on the back for convincing her to go through with the doll redesign.
“Obviously when you’re built like goddamn god the suit just kinda caters to what the people wanna see, Cheeks,” He told her with a slight shrug.
“Well when you put it like that and I see how slutty this… tank top is, it makes me a little concerned about who’s got their eyes on my boyfriend,” Uraraka taunted from the dressing room. She also hadn’t realized how heavy the rest of his suit was, and she was ready to shimmy out of the baggy pants, the heavy, strapping boots, and the large (almost obnoxious, even) gauntlets that made the entire costume.
Bakugo had popped in the dressing room as she was half nude and sent the brunette to the ceiling with her own quirk, cackling like a madman.
“I was gonna say you look pretty as all fuck in the suit Ochako, but this? Suits you way better.” He said that day, leaving her to float down to the ground angrily and slowly.
Ochako had even taken the liberty of showing up to the launch in the Dynamight suit (it was originally for promotional pictures), sexed up a little for publicity, but still edgy and dangerous nonetheless. Fans bombarded the pop-up shop immediately, demanding signatures from both heroes in matching costume. And while normally, attention from his female fans didn’t normally catch him off guard, the sudden influx of titties waiting to be signed now that he was a taken man was a surprising twist to Katsuki.
“You can’t just cuss out every girl who flashes her chest at you,” Ochako hissed at him from the side.
“Yes the hell I can Cheeks,” Katsuki responded, pushing past some poor girl with disgust. He moved on to sign some kid’s notebook instead, crouching to get a better writing angle. “How else am I supposed to let her know she’s the only pair of tits I’d wanna sign?” He asked the kid, a young girl no older than 8.
“What’re tits?” The kid asked, confused about what that had to do with her newly acquired signature. Uraraka yanked Bakugo back by one of his arm grenades immediately, ready to chastise.
“You’ll know in like, 6, no 7 years,” She told the girl before turning her attention to her shameless boyfriend. “ You. No more signatures, I’ll see you back at the agency.” She commanded, turning the blonde away from the crowd.
“The fuck, Ochako?” He asked incredulously.
“You don’t even like these events,” She told him, waving at a few approaching fans. “You’d rather be on the streets pummeling some poor soul into their next life.”
“What can I say, Cheeks?” He shrugged, knowing she was right.
Bakugo absolutely adored the fact that Uraraka always pulled him out of these events as soon as his social meter was near its end, seeing as he usually had less tact and more gall the longer he was forced to be a man of society. He also adored the fact that since their relationship began, Uraraka had become more secure in taking the lead on things between them, and even though he’d rather die than take instruction from someone who wasn’t All Might himself, he could admit it kind of got him off when her voice dropped with the slightest hint of authority every now and then.
It was a near 180 from his reaction to anyone telling him what to do, and anyone who’d ever seen the blonde in action for three seconds could see how much Uraraka calmed him down. At first, he thought he’d hate the kind of leverage that’d bring with his friends and even hers, but at some point he kind of decided Kirishima calling up Uraraka to embarrass him was fine, even though the old him would’ve picked a fight about who the boss was.
However, with him knowing where she came from to get to this point, he’d also feel like an ass if he challenged her assertiveness, so he didn’t protest at all whenever she had a request.
He was just thankful she rarely had to be assertive with him at all.
For the better part of the last 6 months, their relationship had been extremely smooth. Katsuki could say she was still feeling some things out, and they hadn’t done everything he’d wanted in the bedroom yet, but he was fine.
But then again, he was fine.
That often made him think if she too were just fine, and on the account of her previous relationship, the last thing he’d ever want for her is another round of commitment fueled by complacency. It would be a waste of her time and a serious blow to his ego, so he tried to keep his growing anxiety at bay by spicing things up every now and then.
That often resulted in getting chastised at these public events, which he immediately implemented non-stop flirting to follow up with.
“Just get out of here,” Uraraka waved him off, but not before planting a soft kiss on his lips in front of the raging crowd. He responded well, throwing an arm around her lower-waist to pull her in close before his departure.
That and, he was sure if the crowd heard him, several of his endorsements would be pulled ten minutes later.
“Fine, fine I’m outta here,” He said loudly, actually more so to the crowd. “But,” His voice dropped as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “By the time this shit’s all wrapped up, you owe me for this stupid event.”
“I’ve already figured,” Uraraka whispered back, excited from the warm buzz that filled her body.
“See ya, Cheeks,” He said, sending her to the crowd with a light push. She happily waved bye to him, knowing that the smile on her face was ear-to-ear with giddiness.
Once Bakugo had gotten a good enough distance away however, he turned back around and cupped a hand to his mouth, shouting out;
“Leave the suit on for me, got it?!”
Needless to say the police were involved moments later to keep the crowd under control.