#and I think having Kaminari as a buffer really helps Bakugo and Mitsuki’s relationship too.

[saturnsorbits]

Kaminari has something of an undercover interest in fashion…

It’s undercover, because no-one believes him and maybe, just maybe he kinda likes that he gets to keep a hobby just to himself?

Sometimes, he ventures into town, alone, just to browse and feel the fabrics, creating outfits he’ll never wear in his mind. Most of the time, he never even buys anything, but weaving in and out of the rails is his happy place.

Or, it is until his peace is jeopardised by an all too familiar shock of ash blonde. He thinks about going to say hi, but that would mean sharing the rest of his afternoon and losing valuable silent window-shopping time; so instead he turns tail and runs. Hiding behind a small rack of leather jackets, he plucks mindlessly at a sleek black tennis skirt when someone speaks from over his shoulder.

‘That’d look good on you, kid.’

Kaminari squeaks, spins on his heel and then… ‘Mrs Bakugo?’

‘This…’ She takes the skirt off the rack. ‘With the shirt you where eying over there. Oh! I’ve seen the perfect boots for this too!’

‘Oh.’ There’s a buzzing at the base of his skull that he can’t quite shake as he tries to piece together what the Hell is happening, but instead of anything useful a lame ‘Okay.’ falls out of his mouth.

Mitsuki cocks an eyebrow. ‘Do you want me to show you them?’ Then, pauses. ‘You can tell me to fuck off, y’know kid. I won’t be offended, promise.’

Bakugo’s mum chuckles and breaks him out of his haze and honestly, now his head isn’t filled with static, he’s vibrating with excitement. Mitsuki Bakugo wants to shop with him. THE Mitsuki Bakugo. He’s followed her work since he was little and he has all of her covers - most of which he has to hide under his bed from Bakugo now. Excitement zips through his body, forcing him ram-rod straight. ‘Ah… Uh, I - fuck - Oh, sorry. I just… I loved your last fall collection. I would have killed to get my hands on one of those jumpers.’

A smile tugs at Mitsuki’s lip as she turns, gesturing over her shoulder for Kaminari to follow. ‘Y’know, I think I’ve still got one of those lying around somewhere… It’d be a touch big, lookin’ at you, but you’re more than welcome to it.’

Kaminari returns to the dorms almost five hours later, his arms laden with clothes from the Bakugo’s last collection. Mitsuki had insisted, complaining out the old lines taking up space in her garage, but that hadn’t stopped him thanking her profusely for the entire time they picked out the items.

It’s a dream come true and honestly, it takes a week of staring at the fall jumper he’d been gifted hung on his wardrobe for it to sink in. He kicks his feet on his bed when it finally does and then, promptly swears to never let Bakugo find out. He’d really hate for him to think he was using their friendship to get to his parents and their fashion connections, but that gets tossed out the window too, three weeks later when a familiar voice calls out to him from across another store.

‘Kaminari!’ Mitsuki makes short work of closing the distance, but when she does, she’s beaming. ‘You can say no…’ She starts. ‘But, I’m down an assistant for the run-through of the spring-summer launch and, I was just wondering if -.’

‘Yes.’

‘- It’s just a lot of holding things and sitting down and…’

‘I’ll do it.’

‘Oh. Brillaint!’ Clapping a hand on his shoulder she squeezes soft. ‘I can have a car pick you up next weekend at 6?’

Kaminari nods so hard it hurts his neck. His whole being is a live-wire, the idea of being able to not only see the launch, but shadow one of his icons for a whole day making his stomach cramp - in the good way. Still, even all the wishful thinking in the world wouldn’t have lead to him predicting just how close he’d end up to the Bakugo’s and the industry he’d only ever been able to dream about.

Three years on and it’s not unusual to find pictures of Kaminari at fashion week. He’s always sat on the front row, the latest fashion dripping from his shoulders as Mitsuki whispers in his ear and scribbles notes in the pocket-book on her lap. They even have plans for a collaborative collection, a smart-casual line of date wear that doubles as suitable for hero work called: Sparks Fly.

Of course, Bakugo finds out eventually. It was hard to ignore when he dropped by his parents studio one afternoon only to discover Kaminari fussing over one of the designs on his fathers desk.

‘What the fuck are you -.’

‘Don’t you dare -.’ Mitsuki intercepts her son before his palms can so much as crackle.

Bakugo shakes her off, glaring at a wide eyed Kaminari who looks scared for his life. ‘No, I -.’

‘Katsuki!’ A model smiles, peeking from around the door of her dressing room. ‘How are you? Your little brothers been telling me all about your hero work.’

‘Ha? I don’t have a -.’ Bakugo’s eyes narrow.

Kaminari squeaks.

‘We’re thinking of adopting him.’ Mitsuki jokes, moving to pat Kaminari on the back. ‘He’s been such a good help and -‘ She adds. ‘He’s the reason you haven’t had me screeching down the phone asking for you to come to the studio more often.’

Bakugo chews the inside of his cheek. Had he still been fifteen and hot headed, he might have chosen to ignore the embarrassed happiness bloomed on Kaminari’s cheeks and the somewhat surprising calm etched into his own mothers smile. So, instead of blowing up… He relents. If Kaminari being his mothers underling keeps her off his back, he supposes he doesn’t mind so much. Bakugo snorts. ‘She got you being a pin cushion for her new rags yet?’

Kaminari swallows, before laughing. ‘I’ve got holes in my legs for days.’

‘She used to have me stand on a stool for hours while she made adjustments - rather you than me, that’s for sure.’

‘I don’t mind it so much.’

‘Just as well.’ Bakugo let’s a small smile take his lip before slipping his back-pack off and dumping out a parcel of fabric. ‘Only came by to drop this off. There was a break-in by Toru’s shop… She gave me your order, asked me to swing by and give it to you.’

‘Oh! The new lace!’ Mitsuki is on the package at once, tearing the brown paper to expose the delicate designs inside. In a moment, Marsaru’s there too - chewing his lip as he lifts some of the reel to the light.

Shaking his head, Bakugo rolls his eyes as he watches Kaminari struggle to stay in place, eyes flickering quick from the package to Bakugo and back again. He turns, preparing to leave, but stops short before he reaches the door and snickers over his shoulder. ‘See you later, little bro.’

#saturnssnippets #The whole Bakusquad model Sparks Fly. #They all become like part time models for the Bakugo’s bc Kaminari asks really nice and promises to buy them all dinner. #and I think having Kaminari as a buffer really helps Bakugo and Mitsuki’s relationship too. #KamiBaku brothers forever. #I just think they’d be really fucking good for each other. #Bakugo brings so much to Kaminari’s life. #and Kaminari teaches Bakugo a lot; too - Helps him loosen up. #This is totally just a pointless snippet … #and totally just for me. To scratch and itch y’know.