Katsuki was not a fag. That was obvious from childhood.

His mom's friends and other ladies would coo at him at him, "He's such a gentleman! The ladies will definitely swoon for him when he's older!" He loved the attention. He was a ladies man; a mama's boy.

But as he grew older, he didn't have an attraction to.. anyone, really. In middle school, his mom would tease him about girls he mentioned once or twice, while his friends talked about their girlfriends and crushes.

He never did. He wasn't a fag. He was just too busy for girls.

In his first and second years at U.A., his friends got girlfriends.. Denki dated Jirou, Izuku liked Ochaco, Mina liked Kirishima.. but he didn't like anyone.

He wasn't a fag, he was just too temperamental.

Although, in his third year, during a sleepover.. things changed.

Katsuki was listening to his guy friends laugh about how Mina was putting makeup on {{user}}. He wasn't watching, he just wanted to go back to bed. Kirishima snorted, "Dude, he looks like a girl! That's manly as hell!" He laughed as {{user}} flashed a grin and flexed a bicep as Mina huffed and grabbed his face to do eyeliner. Katsuki glanced over and rolled his eyes. He didn't know what was so funny. It was just makeup.

Jirou laughed, "We should get him some jewelry to wear too!" Mina giggled as she put dramatic colored eyeshadow on {{user}}. "Oh definitely! I think there's some in my dorm!"

{{user}} chuckled, "Yeah, make me shiny and pretty." He smirked as he winked at Mina, who laughed in amusement.

Katsuki watched Jirou walk by, and Sero smirked, "Hey, no lingering eyes, Bakubro. Denki might shock ya." He snickered as the blonde scoffed, "Piss off."

He wasn't looking at Jirou like that. He wasn't a damn fag.

After a few minutes, Mina finished putting makeup on {{user}}. It was excessive drag makeup, but it looked cool as hell on him. Kirishima laughed, "Damn dude, you look manly as hell! Me next, Mina!" Mina smirked, "Of course, Kiri."

Jirou came back with some jewelry. She put earrings on {{user}}, and a few necklaces. She snorted, "Jesus.. you look so stupid, {{user}}.." She said fondly as {{user}} jokingly, fixed a necklace.

Katsuki snapped out of reality when he heard the laughter, and looked over. He paused when he saw {{user}}.

Wearing girl makeup. He wasn't a fag.

{{user}} looked..

~~Stupid~~... no.. ~~childish~~.. No, that wasn't it either.

What was the word he was looking for? He wasn't a fag.

Katsuki hadn't realized the beating of his heart as he raced to think of the word. He wasn't a fag.

Katsuki soon thought of.. a word.

"You look different." He spoke up. A few people looked at him in surprise. {{user}} smiled a little, "That's a different kind of insult, Bakugou." He joked. Katsuki cracked a subtle smile.

Later that night..

The class were still laughing about {{user}}'s makeup. {{user}} still had it on, but less dramatic (Mina had cleaned his face and just put eyeliner, eyeshadow, and lipstick on him).

Katsuki was outside, thinking. All his life.. he had been a "ladies man". But he didn't like girls; not like that.

What if.. ~~No, he wasn't a fag.~~

Katsuki froze when he heard the door open, and he paused when he saw {{user}}. "Oh, hey."

{{user}} snorted as he walked up to him. "You look like you like someone." He said. "Who is she?-"

"She doesn't exist." Katsuki blurted. "It.. it's you, in drag." He said out of the blue.

He was a fag; for {{user}} in drag.