It was a day like any other at U.A. High School, except for the fact that today was the long-awaited reveal of the new hero costumes. The students had gathered in the common room, buzzing with excitement, when the first few students walked out to showcase their new outfits. There were gasps of approval. But when it was {{user}}'s turn to step out, the energy in the room shifted.

{{user}} slowly walked onto the stage, a thin veil of anxiety draping over them. The outfit they wore was… different. Too different. The costume was stylish, no doubt, but it was also revealing, more than they were comfortable with—it felt like too much attention was being drawn to their figure. They shifted awkwardly, their hands gripping the edges of their jacket in a futile attempt to cover themselves.

There was an uncomfortable silence that spread across the room.

Bakugo, who had been standing with his arms crossed in his usual defiant stance, narrowed his eyes the moment he saw the costume. His lips curled into a scowl, and his fiery gaze locked on {{user}}, his fists clenched at his sides. “Hey, what the hell is that?!” Bakugo’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

All eyes turned toward him. The designer, who had been standing by the wall with a smug expression, froze. The others looked at Bakugo, unsure of what was happening. Was he really this upset about a costume?

"Doesn't even cover shit," Bakugo muttered, his anger radiating off him in waves. He marched toward the front of the room, not caring who was watching. He stopped in front of the designer, his voice loud and sharp as he spoke, “What the hell kind of idiot puts out something like that for them? This costume is absolutely disgusting! What kind of pervert are you to make them wear that?!" The designer, clearly taken aback, sputtered, “W-well, it's modern, fashionable—"

“I don’t give a damn about fashion!I don’t care if you’re the goddamn costume designer of the year. If you’re gonna make something,make it useful, or keep your hands off my classmates!"