Point of Impact ?Katsuki Bakugo?

0.5

Jirou leaned over her shoulder. Her brows shot up. “Wait. Wait. Go back. The leather corset with the five buckles—damn.”

“That’s not a top,” Mina declared. “That’s a declaration of war.”

“It’s black,” Aurelia said evenly, flipping her stylus in one hand. “It fits the theme. No heels. Combat boots only.”

Kaminari, who had leaned just a bit too far into the girl huddle, let out a strangled cough. “Are—are those all outfits you own?”

"Lux threw a lot of parties." She said casually, "I've got most of the black tops in red too. I know all the leather ones I have in red."

Mina was still tapping through the outfits like she’d unearthed a lost artifact. Her jaw dropped with every swipe.

“The mesh top with the lace overlay? Literal goddess,” she hissed. “You wore this to a school function?”

“Lux had themed combat galas,” Aurelia said, like that sentence wasn’t completely insane.

Kaminari looked like he was about to combust. “Wait—waitwaitwait. That one.” He pointed shamelessly over Mina’s shoulder. “The one with the leather mini, the lace-up side slits, and—what is that—fishnets? Thigh highs?! Boots?!”

Jirou muttered, “He’s foaming at the mouth.”

Aurelia gave Kaminari a slow side glance. “That one’s custom. Had it tailored for my eighteenth. Combat-rated. The skirt’s lined with ballistic mesh.”

“Oh my god,” Mina whispered. “You’re the coolest bitch alive.”

Kirishima, who had been mostly silent until now, let out a low whistle. “Damn, Rosier. That’s… a whole vibe.”

"I wondered why all your bra and underwear sets were all sexy and lacy when all I've seen you wear is sweats, cargos, and compression shorts- now I get it." Mina said in awe.

Bakugo froze where he stood beside Kirishima.

His hand—clenched loose at his side—tightened enough that his holo tab blinked to life again, misreading pressure as intent.

Because Mina just said lingerie.
And Aurelia Rosier didn’t even deny it.

She just sat there. Calm. Crossed-legged. Unbothered. While Jirou flipped through photos that looked nothing like the girl she brought to the Crucible.

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"Who's the guy with you in this one?" Kirishima asked pointing to one of the leather outfits.

Aurelia didn’t even glance up as she confirmed it. “Probably my ex-boyfriend, Tobias.”

Mina and Jirou froze like someone had just sucker-punched the air out of the room.

"You have an ex?" Mina said, scandalized.

"And he looks like that?" Jirou echoed, eyes wide and voice just shy of a full shriek.

Kaminari’s jaw dropped. “Wait—wait. That guy in the black tactical pants with the split vest? That’s your ex?”

Aurelia didn’t blink. “Yeah.”

Mina smacked her shoulder like she’d been personally betrayed. “You’ve been sitting on a tactical Adonis ex-boyfriend and a closet full of dominatrix-coded battlewear like it’s no big deal?!”

“It’s not a big deal,” Aurelia said flatly.

Jirou was still scrolling through the pictures with surgical precision, like she was trying to uncover national secrets. “Wait—this one. This one right here. That’s the same dude from the sparring image. Same silver hair. Same arms.”