Point of Impact ?Katsuki Bakugo?

CHAPTER SEVEN

The door had barely closed behind her when Mina spun toward Aurelia, practically vibrating.

“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Here’s the plan. You get dressed. I finish setting up the playlists. Jirou does your eyeliner, or I swear to god I’ll cry. And Kaminari is not allowed to touch anything unless it plugs in and won’t catch fire.”

“Hey,” Kaminari called from the hallway, still lingering with Kirishima, “I’m incredibly responsible when it comes to things that spark!”

“You electrocuted your own sleeve last week.”

“That was one time!”

Jirou had already popped open Aurelia’s vanity drawer and was selecting a fine-point liquid pen like it was a precision weapon.

Mina cackled from across the room. “Okay but seriously—you’re going full red, right?”

Instead, she stepped to the closet, unhooked the hanger, and held up the top—the crimson leather corset-style one with the full front zipper, tailored to fit like it had a grudge. The one Tobias had never seen. The one she’d never worn for anyone but herself.

The room went quiet for a heartbeat.

Then Mina let out a strangled gasp and collapsed onto the bed like she’d been sniped by divine revelation.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has a zipper. That’s not a top. That’s a challenge.”

Jirou whistled low under her breath. “You’re going to kill someone.”

Aurelia didn’t react. Not on the surface. But her fingers flexed slightly on the hanger—like even she knew what this one meant. Not the top. Not the red. Not the way it hugged her waist like it was molded to war.

What it meant.

Because this was hers.

Not a leftover from Lux. Not a relic of Tobias’s approval. Not a costume for someone else’s fantasy.

This was power on her own terms.

“Don’t just stand there,” Jirou said, already uncapping the eyeliner with a wicked grin. “Put it on.”

Aurelia turned, calm as always, and disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence she left behind throbbed like tension on a slow fuse.

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Mina rolled onto her back, flinging an arm across her forehead like a dramatic lead in a high school theater production.

“We’re not ready.”

“She’s not even out here yet,” Jirou said, shaking her head as she sat on the edge of the bed and flipped open her compact.

“Exactly.” Mina peeked out from under her arm. “We’re not ready for what she’s about to do.”

“You’re acting like she’s about to summon a demon.”

Mina grinned. “She is the demon.”

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The bathroom door opened with a quiet click.

Aurelia stepped out.

And the room stopped.

The crimson corset gleamed under the soft lighting, its seams hugging her curves like they’d been stitched with intention. Her shoulders were bare, collarbones sharp, and the silver star pendant sat perfectly centered over her heart, resting just above the zipper like a finishing move.