Chapter 5: Fashionable Changes

As the leaves began to turn golden and the air grew crisp with the arrival of fall, Izuku found himself busier than ever with his training and preparations for the UA Entrance Exam. There were only a few months left before one of the most important days of his life, so every day had to count for something. Despite his packed schedule, he still wanted to make time for his friends and loved ones, even if it meant combining training with quality time with them. Because of this, his close friends had gotten to know each other reasonably well, although Katsumi and Kyoka didn’t really get along for whatever reason. Ojiro was just happy to have another group of girls to test herself against. All in all, life was great.

But not every day was spent training. During a rare moment of relaxation at the Bakugo household, a place significantly upgraded by Izuku’s retcon of his girlfriend’s parents' lives, the two young lovers discussed their plans for the upcoming weekend.

"Ugh, I can't believe my mom is making me go to this stupid fashion show," Katsumi grumbled, sprawled out on the couch with a scowl etched on her face. "Such bullshit. I’d much rather go out with you, not parading around in one of my mom's stupid designs."

Izuku chuckled softly, running a hand through her wild blonde hair as she rested her head in his lap. "I know, Kacchan, but it won't be so bad. Last one you went to for your part-time job, you got us some autographs from Best Jeanist! Wasn’t that so cool?! Think of who else you might meet!”

Katsumi rolled her eyes. “You would find a silver lining from my misfortune. Damn, nerd.”

Izuku chuckled. “Plus, you got to wear one of your mom's special pieces to show off. I thought you looked pretty great in it.”

“You just liked it ‘cause you could sneak peeks down my tits.” Katsumi rolled her eyes, her expression softening slightly at his compliment. "This shits just not really my thing. I'm a hero-in-training, not some model."

"I understand," Izuku said, placing his hands to cup her cheeks. "But it means a lot to your mom, and it'll be over before you know it. Plus, we can always go out another time. How about next weekend?"

“Or…… The two of you can go together to the show!” A voice swept into the room, followed by the sight of Katsumi’s exuberant mother, Mitsuki. The woman walked up to Izuku and shot him a grin. “So Bean Sprout, how’d you feel about being eye candy for an evening?”

“P-Pardon.” The young man stammered, confused by the turn of events. To his side, Katsumi almost piped up on his behalf but was held off as her mother shot her a wink.

“I have a friend who’s been looking for a young man to sport her stuff at the show.” Mitsuki started. “She had a last-minute cancellation and has been looking for a young man as a replacement. That means you two can go together, making the whole thing a lot less boring for you."

Katsumi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “And which one of these ‘friends’ of yours would be doing this?”

“You should know already, kiddo.” The mother grinned. “You wore her stuff last show.”

The tomboy groaned as realization sank in. “Don’t tell me it’s that snake?”

“Mhm!” Mitsuki confirmed. “I’m sure Bean Sprout would love a chance to meet Uwabami in person.”

“Uwabami!” Izuku shot upright. “The Pro Hero who specializes in urban search and rescue!”

“The one and only!” Mitsuki laughed at the boy's enthusiasm at the mention of a pro hero. “I’m sure you already know fanboy, but she’s been in fashion with me ever since I retired from hero work. However, she’s still using her notoriety for business compared to me. So, what do you say, Izuku? I know your girl would really appreciate it if you were there."

Katsumi shot her mom a glare but didn't deny it. She wanted him there, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. She respected his choice, though, and remained silent, waiting for his response.

Izuku glanced between the two women, then met Katsumi's eyes. He could see the flicker of hope she was trying so hard to hide. After a moment, he nodded, a determined smile on his face. "I'll do it."

Katsumi's tough exterior cracked just enough for a small smile to slip through. Mitsuki clapped her hands together. "Perfect! I'll let Uwabami know to expect you in the near future."

As soon as Mitsuki left the room, Katsumi grabbed Izuku's hand and pulled him upstairs, away from any potential eavesdropping. Once they were in the privacy of her room, she turned to him, her expression softer than before. "Thanks, Deku. I know this isn't your thing either."

Izuku smiled at her. "It's no problem, Kacchan. Besides, it means I get to spend time with you, so I'm happy."

Katsumi's heart skipped a beat at his words, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him. It was quick, almost impulsive, but it conveyed everything she couldn't say out loud.

When they pulled apart, Katsumi's cheeks were slightly pink, and she quickly turned away, muttering, "You're such a dork."

Izuku chuckled, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Maybe, but I'm your dork."

The ash-blonde’s face grew redder and she walked to the door to her room where she turned the lock. “Pants off. Now.”

Izuku blushed at the obvious meaning. “Yes, ma’am.”

The next day, Izuku found himself standing in front of Uwabami's agency, a sleek, modern building that seemed to double as a TV studio. The sight of it caught him off guard—he hadn't expected something so... glamorous for being a hero agency. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves before walking inside.

The lobby was bustling with activity, and Izuku felt a bit out of place among the well-dressed employees and the stylish décor. He made his way to the welcome desk, where a secretary was busy typing away on her computer. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice a little shaky. "I have an appointment with Uwabami."

The secretary barely glanced up from her screen. "Name?" she asked, her tone bored.

"Uh, Izuku Midoriya," he replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

She continued typing, clearly uninterested. "I don't see-"

"It's on behalf of Glycerin," Izuku quickly added, remembering Mitsuki's advice to mention her name.

The secretary's fingers froze mid-type, and her eyes widened slightly. "Oh! Glycerin? Of course, Mr. Midoriya. My apologies for the confusion." Her entire demeanor changed as she quickly stood up, a polite smile on her face. "Please, follow me."

Izuku was ushered toward a nearby elevator, the secretary now moving with a sense of urgency. As the elevator doors closed, Izuku couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the sudden shift in treatment. He was soon escorted to Uwabami's office, where the pro hero herself was touching up her makeup in front of a large vanity mirror.

Uwabami turned to face him, a radiant smile on her lips. "Ah, you must be Izuku Midoriya," she greeted him warmly, her voice smooth and professional. "Mitsuki sent me your photo. Welcome to my studio."

‘Studio? Not Hero Agency?’ Izuku wondered before bowing politely. "Thank you, Uwabami. It's an honor to be here. I’ve a-"

"Well, let's not waste any time. We have much to prepare for the big show." Uwabami interrupted, standing up and gesturing for him to follow her. She led him through a series of hallways until they reached a room filled with racks of clothing, each piece more extravagant than the last.

"These are some of the outfits I have prepared for you," she explained, motioning toward a selection of clothes that looked both stylish and functional. “We’ll need to get you properly fitted if you’ll be wearing one of mine. Come, stand here.”

The snake woman gestured toward a small stage surrounded by mirrors. Izuku followed her orders and began taking his measurements, her hands moving swiftly as she worked.

Izuku, ever curious, couldn't help but ask, "Uwabami, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your hero work."

‘Another person, ready to criticize me.’ The woman sighed. “Let’s hear it.”

Izuku lit up with the go-ahead, mentally flipping to a page he recalled in his notebook. “I was curious about the range of detectability of your snakes. In an interview, you mentioned that they can sense up to 100 meters away!”

Uwabami paused briefly, her eyes flickering with something akin to confusion before she quickly resumed her work. ‘My quirk? When was the last time someone asked about my quirk?’

"Why yes, that is true. Where I lack in physical skill, my sensory abilities are quite potent," she replied with a practiced smile. "But let's focus on getting you fitted for these outfits, shall we?"

Undeterred, Izuku pressed on. "That’s amazing! I remember reading about how you handled that incident at the Oumagadoki Zoo several years ago.”

Uwabami's hands stilled, and she looked at him with surprise. "How did you…? You... you know about that? There wasn’t any press coverage on it."

Izuku nodded, smiling warmly. "It's my hobby to learn more about the heroes I admire. I think what you did was incredible. The way you rescued both the attendees and the animals was amazing—a true show of heroism."

Uwabami seemed genuinely flustered by his words, a rare sight for someone as poised as she was. She cleared her throat and quickly finished the current fitting, her tone softening as she spoke again. "Thank you, Midoriya. Admittedly, I don't often get recognized for that side of my work."

The hero recalled a time when she selflessly put her all into helping others. She loved it and loved doing what she could for others. But when her more powerful peers rose in popularity ranks and left her in obscurity, an ugly feeling of jealousy festered. While others were praised for their efforts, she would only receive compliments on her looks. Slowly, her agency transformed more into a den of vanity, yet because of that, her popularity rose. How vexing it became that her only worth was her looks rather than her passion for saving others. Eventually, years wore on, culminating in the vain woman who stood here now, utterly flabbergasted at being praised for being a hero.

“I don’t know why.” Izuku frowned at the comment. “Every search and rescue attempt you’ve been in has had remarkable success. I hope I can save people like you one day.”

The snakes on her head trembled as the blonde hero turned away from the boy. Unbeknownst to the young man, the woman fought hard to keep her mascara from running. “I-I hope so too. E-Excuse me for a moment.”

Izuku watched as the woman bolted from the fitting room and off in the direction of a bathroom. The aspiring hero was left alone and somewhat confused. ‘Should I wait here or…?’

Half an hour later, Uwabami returned with a new face of makeup, though Izuku failed to notice. What he did notice, however, was the pull of Retcon making a new connection with the snake woman. It seemed rather random to him, though his words connected them somehow. While Izuku thought about this, Uwabami smiled at his apparent denseness and serenely continued their fitting, answering whatever questions popped into the hero-nerd's head.

As they wrapped up and prepared to part ways, Uwabami offered him a sincere smile. "Thank you for volunteering for this. I quite lucked out with you.”

“Of course! I didn’t want Katsumi to go alone.” Izuku smiled and scratched the back of his head. “And honestly, it was a real treat to meet you, Uwabami. I’m just happy I could help out today."

The hero smiled in kind and surprised the young man with a kiss on the forehead, leaving her red lipstick in its wake. While the boy was confused by the sudden action, Uwabami chuckled. “That Firecracker must be a lucky girl to have someone like you."

Izuku's cheeks flushed slightly, and he gave her a modest nod. "I think it’s the other way around. I’m the lucky one.”

“So you are.” She continued laughing. “Now, off you go. I’ll have the outfit sent to you before the show. See you then.”

With a wave, Uwabami watched as the young man left her studio, a broad smile on his face all the while. The hero thought about him and his words and made a rather spontaneous decision. Reaching over to her phone, she called her secretary, who was just as shocked by her following words.

Even her snakes trembled in excitement as she spoke. “Suit up, we’re going on a patrol.”

That weekend, the fashion show went by without issue. No incidents or slip-ups, and every outfit was worn to perfection. It was a resounding success for all of the designers involved and what better way to celebrate than a blood-pumping after-party.

At the party, Izuku and Katsumi had been navigating the crowd for most of the night, their matching outfits drawing attention wherever they went. Katsumi’s usual fiery demeanor was noticeably subdued, though Izuku could see the strain in her **** smiles as they were bombarded with compliments.

“I swear, if I have to hear one more person tell me how ‘cute’ we look together, I’m gonna explode their tits off,” Katsumi muttered under her breath, her grip tightening on Izuku’s arm.

Izuku chuckled softly, trying to soothe her. “At least it means we made a good impression, right?”

Katsumi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the faint smile that tugged at her lips. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get too used to this, Deku. I’m burning this dress when we get home.”

Izuku turned to her and laughed. Pulling her to his hip, he held her close. "Not sure if you should do that. I think you look amazing in it, Kacchan."

Katsumi blushed slightly, her brash exterior cracking. "Shut up, Deku. You’re not getting another BJ out of this."

"I'm serious," Izuku snorted, somewhat expecting the lewd response. Leaning close enough to whisper in her ear, he spoke gently to his lover. "You're the most beautiful person here."

“Damn nerd.” Katsumi cursed, fighting off the atomic red blush on her face.

As they continued to mingle and flirt, Uwabami appeared beside them, her presence as dazzling as ever. “Well, if it isn’t the stars of the show,” she teased, her gaze sliding between the two of them. “Midoriya, you wore those designs beautifully. Thank you for volunteering again. If it weren't for you, I would have been quite put out.”

Izuku bowed his head slightly. “It was my pleasure, Uwabami. Thank you for the opportunity. It was… unique.”

“You could say that again.” Uwabami’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned her attention to Katsumi. “You’d better keep an eye on this one, Firecracker. With how good he looks tonight, someone might try to snatch him up if you’re not careful.”

Katsumi’s eyes narrowed, a low growl starting in her throat. Just as she opened her mouth to retort, Mitsuki swooped in with Masaru in tow, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.

"Oh, please, Mai!" Mitsuki said with a wide grin, looping her arm through her husband’s. "You’re one to talk! Don’t tell me you’re hoping for someone to snatch you up instead. Or are you still too busy with your 'career' to find someone special?”

Uwabami's eyebrow twitched before rolling her eyes playfully. "Oh, please. I have plenty of admirers. I just haven't found anyone worth settling down with."

The two women quickly devolved into a friendly shouting match, their voices rising over the noise of the party as they traded barbs back and forth. Masaru, who had been trying to defuse the situation, found himself caught in the middle as Mitsuki pulled him closer for emphasis.

"Come on, Mai, don’t be jealous just because I’ve got the perfect husband and you’re still waiting for your prince charming!"

Uwabami scoffed. "Jealous? Please. Masaru would be far better off with someone less barbaric than you."

Looking somewhat used to this sort of exchange, Masaru tried to laugh it off. "Now, now, let’s not—"

But he was quickly drowned out by the two women, who were too engrossed in their banter to pay him any mind. While this went on, Izuku felt a familiar sensation, his quirk stirring within him. He glanced at Uwabami, the urge to retcon her life growing stronger. 'I’ve gotten to know her fairly well, but what would I even change about her?' he wondered, hesitant to use his power without a clear idea of what he wanted to achieve.

As Izuku continued to think about what he would change about Uwabami, he remembered an article he had read criticizing her for being more focused on fashion than on her hero work.

'I know she can be a real hero. If only others could see it more, too. Maybe I can help her balance both better,' he thought. Focusing on the idea, Izuku thought of how Uwabami could have her career as a hero be just as highlighted as her fashion one.

Just as he felt the edit coming true, another thought struck him: Mitsuki and Uwabami reminded him of a bickering yet teasing couple. Looking off to the side where Masaru Bakugo watched in amusement, the idea formed more solidly. 'They all act more like a married couple than friends. Or would it be throuple?' he mused, feeling the familiar pull of his quirk. Then, just as the original edit was completing its change, it also expanded to take on the final thought.

Suddenly, Uwabami's demeanor shifted slightly, and her interactions with Mitsuki became more affectionate and familiar. The conversation was now flowing with more genuine affection, their jabs coming from a more light-hearted place than a heated one.

"Mitsuki dear, you always know how to get under my skin," Uwabami said, playfully nudging her.

"And you love me for it, Mai," Mitsuki replied with a wink, wrapping her arms around her fellow pro hero.

Masaru, who had joined the conversation, chuckled. "You two are always like this. Do you have to tease your daughter every chance you get?"

“Obviously.” Uwabami laughed, her eyes sparkling. "You knew what you were getting into when you married us, Honey."

‘What.’ Izuku’s heart froze. ‘No… I didn’t…’

Katsumi groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, Moms, can you two stop embarrassing me in front of my boyfriend?"

Mitsuki grinned, turning her attention to her daughter. "Sorry, sweetie. We can't help it. You know we love teasing you."

Uwabami nodded, her expression softening as she looked at Katsumi. "Yeah, it's just our way of showing we care, Firecracker.."

Katsumi sighed, clearly exasperated. "I get it… Just leave us alone, you hags."

Mitsuki and Uwabami both shared a twitch in the brow. "What was that, you little shit!" Both wives growled before being pulled away by their husband. Masaru sighed, fighting the strength of his two pro-hero wives.

As Mitsuki and Uwabami walked away, arm in arm with Masaru, Izuku stood there, bewildered. Memories flowed into his head about the Bakugo family. Mitsuku and Masaru were childhood friends and turned lovers, and then they met and married Mai Orosumire, the pro hero known as Uwabami. Izuku’s head was ready to explode because not only did he completely change the relationship status of a hero he admired, but he fundamentally changed the normality of relationships in society as a whole. Some couples were now throuples and monogamous relationships that turned polygamous. He couldn’t fathom it. In one accidental intrusive thought, he made polygamy normal.

Katsumi turned to Izuku, noticing his dazed expression. "You okay, Deku?"

Izuku blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Yeah, just... surprised by how your parents make it work."

“Eh, I’ve seen plenty of harems these days,” Katsumi shrugged, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "But yeah, my Moms can be a real pain. Dad has it rough."

Izuku nodded, still processing the enormity of his quirk's power based on what she had just casually said. "Yeah, I can’t imagine."

Katsumi leaned in, her expression softening. "Well, that was entertaining enough. Wanna bolt before my Moms get back?"

Izuku shook off the bewilderment. “Yeah, I guess so."

As they left the venue and the noise of the fashion show faded into the background, Izuku was left feeling odd. He hoped that this retcon didn’t have too many repercussions.

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AN: Howdy Howdy! Another fun chapter for y'all, this time with the surprise inclusion of the one and only Uwabami! I really like how her characterization came out in this one, a definite departure from her highlighted canon self. I even read the original manga she's from to get a better grasp of her character! Let me know if you caught the references :P Also, MAJOR reality shift in this chapter. I wonder how this could affect our boy's future... I guess we'll see next when a certain pair of folk spend a nice evening together...

As always, thank you all for reading, and be sure to check us out on my Discord for behind-the-scenes looks at all my writing. Lastly, a special thanks to Zephyr0F8 for beta-ing this chapter!