EXTRA CHAPTER
SO...
Here you go. I caved.
Art of Yin above is by Yukiana ^ (don't repost)
This extra chapter is a side story
I give you a sort of hilarious parody of a Yin/Strata x reader.
Warning: gay af. U both 19-20 or somethin.
NOW I GAVE U THIS STOP ASKING ME FOR ATOMIC X READER
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"How do I look?"
Bakugo was never into people asking for his opinion, he usually just gave it out unwarranted. So of course, when the girl dressed in a stolen outfit that didn't fit her quite well asked that he had to give her an honest answer.
"Fuckin ridiculous," The boy said, raising his lip in disgust.
Yin blinked up at him, no offense in her eyes, just confusion.
When she turned back around, the white dress shirt (Kaminari's) and dress pants (Bakugo's) outfitting her body looked, as Bakugo said, ridiculous.
Reaching the mirror of her bedroom, the girl cocked her head to the side, toying with a tie (Todoroki's) that she'd also stolen as she tugged it back and forth across her collar.
A slow, prideful smirk morphed her face, eyes humorously drifting about her figure.
"Nah," She said, waving the boy behind her off as she stuck her hands in her pockets, striking poses. "I look like a sexy detective"
"Tch," Bakugo crossed his arms.
Thing is, Yin had a bid of a quarter-life crisis and wanted to change her look just for the night, explore different aspects of her identity, interests, sexuality, what have you. For some reason, she chose to ransack her friends' respective dorm rooms with semi-permission- said it was an emergency- and just sort of took their clothes.
Since all she'd ever grown up with was training clothes and Fuyumi's hand-me-downs, she didn't have much of a fashion sense. Lest to say, it wasn't for a lack of trying and after her trying on six different shirts, all sized for men, Bakugo had had it.
She wanted to go to a club, a bar, for some reason. Dress up more like a man and meet people, which from the way she'd been eyeing Jirou and Mina the past few nights, Bakugo understood what that meant.
"Ya know," He started, still a bit ticked off at her taking forever to get ready. "Your plan'd work better if you didn't have tits, you moron!"
Yin quit adjusting clothes and looked back over her shoulder with rather careless, bored eyes- sort of a like oh you're still here sort of expression.
"I don't see why you're complaining," She said, gaze drifting from Bakugo's chest and back to his face with judgement. "Yours show more than mine. "
"Oh my-" Bakugo growled under his breath, hunching his shoulders like an old man and stomping towards the doorway, "I'm out of here."
"Wait!" Yin nearly jumped on his back, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him backwards. Because she couldn't go to this club alone and also- "Can I borrow your cologne?"
Katsuki furrowed his brows.
"I don't wear cologne!"
"Urgh! I'm trying to channel my inner masculinity here!" Yin said, skipping back to the mirror, the muscles in her forearms flexing as she rolled up her sleeves before squinting her eyes and pursing her lips at Bakugo. "Couldn't you be a little more useful?"
