Chapter 7

                                    

                                          

AIGHT CHILL OUT DONT WORRY. I HAVE NO SCARS FOR SETTING MYSELF ON FIRE.
                          
Thanks for the concern though! I got let off early from my punishment cause I helped with the house chores. I'm described as an eccentric person when it comes to studying the limits of the human body so I'm aight. I've done worst things.
                          
Anyway! Enjoy.
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Tips:
100 yen = 1 dollar
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Katsuki was well aware that whatever you do, there's bound to be a consequence that bites you in the ass one day.
                          
Kind of like ignoring an old lady who probably needed assistance cross the street, and next thing you know she is actually a serial murderer and is now coming after you with her murder weapon (a cane) because you're not a well-mannered youth of the society. 
                          
Oddly specific, even for Katsuki. 
                          
He also knew that the moment he stepped out of Deku's house with Midoriya's clothes on instead of his own expensive, classy suit that his designer tailored specifically for him, someone was bound to spread rumors. 
It was a thing, if you're a celebrity. No matter what the fuck you do to cover up, even if you don't even remember doing that shit, you're bound to be accused as if you're in some sort of jury. 
                          
Fans and critics alike will try and shoot you down. And if whatever you were accused of is deemed inexcusable, your career and reputation will be at immediate risk.
                          
(like when that one rising up pop star gave some food to her co-worker -Both of them didn't know that she was allergic to damn tuna- she was accused of trying to poison her even though her friend already told the press it was an accident. Her career was already shut down like some underfunded restaurant in need of closing.) 
                          
So, yeah. He was aware of the risks of having "the" Midoriya Izuku give you a blow job. 
                          
Hell, even his manager (Kirishima) who came picking him up right out of Izuku's driveway looked absolutely stunned when he saw Izuku chuckle and wave cheerfully as they exited. He was even more blown away from the fact that instead of flipping him off, Bakugou shrugged and leaned back on the passenger's seat.
                          
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"HE WHAT!?"
                          
"Shut your fuck."
                          
"What- Shut your fuck?- WHATEVER. STILL, HE GAVE YOU A-"
                          
Bakugou slapped a hand over his friends mouth immediately, receiving a sharp, muffled bark of laughter from the red head as he roughly shoved him back in an effort to shut his loud mouth. "Shut the fuck up." Bakugou warningly hissed, blood red eyes shooting spears at Kirishima as he toppled off the stool he was sitting in.
He crashed onto the wooden floor, back first, the air knocking out of his lungs as he wheezed out a laugh. 
                          
"Oh my god, that was your first time too, wasn't it-!?" - "You're fucking lucky we're in my dressing room, shitty hair. Keep your mouth shut. If someone hears you.." He trailed off, uncertainty in his voice as he didn't feel even a tinge of remorse from pushing Kirishima. 
                          
Shitty hair just laid on the polished floor, head thrown back and an extremely amused grin on his face. 
                          
He will never hear the end of this. 
(It was only a matter of time when the public finds out.) 
                          
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"YOU DID DO IT SAFELY, RIGHT-!?"
                          
"OH MY GOD TENYA STOP!" 
                          
Uraraka was crying of laughter on the couch, clutching her stomach as it ached from wheezing. She could barely breathe from Tenya's genuine concern of their friend's sex life. 
                          
Tears of laughter welled up in her eyes as Tenya proceeded to scold the shit out of Izuku, arm wildly swinging in a robotic motion; a habit from high school he never let go. 
                          
Izuku covered his face, sitting on the sofa while he groaned and simply accepted his fate from Iida; who was absolutely livid (judging from his eyes being the size of plates)  of the fact that their friend had.. Well they didn't really screw, right? 
                          
Both her and Iida agreed to surprise Izuku by showing up on his doorstep bringing a bunch of food (Katsudon). They haven't seen each other in months, and all three of them practically never have free time.
                          
You see, Iida is a boss in a big branch of his brother's glass sculpting company. They make a bunch of intricate and very detailed designs out of the material, which (to no surprise) sells a lot (mostly to visiting foreigners.). Her favorite design- which she bought for 50,000 yen* (500 US dollars) was a glass horse. It was standing on it's rear hooves, the tint of fiery red making it look even more fierce as it's long, braided mane whipped around in the wind. 
                          
There were vine like details on the horse, as if it were wrapping around it. The thing was displayed on her top shelf now; being admired by her parents. 
                          
She was a manager of a small business company that sells blankets. Every year the blankets that they didn't sell were given to the poor along with three-fourths of the money they make. Izuku and Iida admired her for that, saying that it was very noble of her to do that (very flattering if she says so herself.). 
Izuku even managed the funding when they were in a tight spot a year ago (almost shutting down the whole thing) the whole company indebted to him.
But he brushed it off with a genuine smile, saying it was the right thing to do.
                          
And here the three of them were, in the living room eating bowls of Katsudon as Iida scolded Izuku with his "I-am-practically-your-mother-so-listen-to-me" tone of voice. 
                          
It was true though. Iida always kept them all in check whether they liked it or not.   
                          
While Tenya was badgering him with questions, Ockako heard Deku's phone buzz, a message from.. Momo?? She hasn't seen her in years! Uraraka heard about her being in the same modeling agency of Izuku, and it won't be a surprise if they reconnected from High school. 
                          
Izuku heard it too, picking the phone up and huffing when he saw Momo's name pop up. She was a fellow classmate turned model like Midoriya. A shy personality to win over hormone induced teenager males.
                          
He opened his messages when Iida thankfully stopped his "parenting". She has sent him a picture that was taking a while to load. "What is it, 'zuku?" Ochako put down her empty bowl of Katsudon, sitting beside Midoriya, Iida following when he felt curiosity take him over. 
                          
Try both looked over his shoulder just in time to see a picture of the Bakugou Katsuki walking out of Izuku's home with basketball shorts, a green shirt that had the print "T-SHIRT" on it (no doubt Midoriya's) and.. Hickeys on his neck. 
It was a screenshot from a news article titled in bold caps. 
                          
"BAKUGOU KATSUKI; LOVE INTEREST?"
It was follows up by a bunch of news links sent by Momo, along with the words; "Someone took this from your home. What are you doing?" 
                          
Izuku muttered a soft "fuck" under his breath. Right. Of course the media just had to fuck with him. 
                          
This was going to be a pain on the next meeting he has with the press.