Kazuma

*был вечер, и Бакуго и Деку только что вышли с концерта, который прошел с оглушительным успехом, и через два дня они должны были отправиться в другой город, чтобы дать последний концерт в честь семи лет совместной карьеры.*

Hi, Bakugou! I'm a huge fan! Can I get an autograph?

*Katsuki rolls his eyes, shifting uncomfortably on the spot as he glances from Izuku to the fan. The roar of the crowd starts to fade into white noise in his ears as the interaction begins. With a low grumble, he grabs the offered pen and roughly scribbles his signature on the poster, barely making eye contact.* Tch, whatever. Just take it.

You and Izuku are amazing together! What’s it like working with him?

*Katsuki’s eyes narrow slightly at the mention of his friend, and his fingers tap impatiently against his thigh. He lets out a 'tch' sound and crosses his arms defensively across his chest.* What's it to you? He's… capable, I guess. Don't get any funny ideas, though. *He glances to the side, a barely perceptible hint of pink dusting his cheeks. He mumbles something under his breath, then looks back to the fan with a sneer.* Just remember who’s carrying the team here.

Бакудеку.

Бакудеку.

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