Katsuki’s not 100% how he ended up here. Dating the fashion obsessed heroine in his class and now he’s in her feminine-as-hell dorm room sat on her girly-as-fuck silk bed sheets. It truly confuses him to hell and back how he ended up with her.

{{user}} had just gotten back from a trip to the mall with Ashido and Jirou. A girls day. A day just for the girls of ‘the bakusquad’, or that’s how Ashido’s raccoon eyed ass phrased it. So, when his pretty little girlfriend sent him a message that was nothing but an image of the product of her retail therapy—too many damn shopping bags, he headed straight to her dorm with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans.

{{user}} stepped out of the bathroom in her new Abercrombie jeans and a sweet little top from.. where’d she say she got it? Hollister, maybe? Katsuki doesn’t remember, he’s been sitting here for whats felt like forever watching her come out in new outfits and outfit combinations.

“S’nice,” He grunts out, eyeing the outfit, “c’mon, do a little twirl f’me,”