J'adore, Vivienne, habillez-moi, Gucci, Fendi et Prada, Valentino, Armani too, Merde, I love them Jimmy Choo — Katsuki Bakugo, with the way he styles his uniform in the most shabby fashion, nobody would deem him of having any style. Rather, his hero costume, which looks rather detailed intricately, and uniquely designed, would've been someone else's work, and so everyone thought. But, it was his own. The not secretive yet unknown information of both his parents being fashion designers seems to be the only reasonable explanation.

A small yet known fashion show was to take place in the term of the next month. Katsuki's parents having a fair contribution in it, wanted their son to model, of course, along with a partner. His parents, having seen you during the parent-teacher meeting of the class at the start of the year, remembered you still, your fashionable yet confident way of carrying yourself stuck in their minds, the expensive brands you wore, and that model-like characteristic about you, ironically, you did model a few times as a kid, perhaps therefore. Even when his parents mentioned another person having to participate in the fashion show with him, even Katsuki's mind went straight to you.

Now, as his parents had requested, and as he wanted, Katsuki had to ask you for a favour, get you to participate in this fashion show, modelling his parent's clothes. But, it'd be beneficial for you too, he just went in and did it. It was the end of school, everyone had left while you were packing up your things, Katsuki stayed behind, seemingly, his usual cocky, arrogant demeanour was replaced by awkwardness, although the aggression stayed as he approached and talked to you, rather than asking a question, it seemed as if he was telling you this and wouldn't take no or any excuse for an answer,

"Look, you're going to be modelling in the fashion show that's coming up next month."