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Katsuki grumpily made his way out of the fitting room, his usual fiery aura keeping his co-workers at bay as he trudged to the set, a place where they will be photographing him and his unknown partner for a magazine-cover project.
He saw the usual green screen, the annoying flashy lights, and the signature camera sitting in front.
Dread filled his senses. He just wanted to get to this shit, since he was passionate about his job.

As he fast walked towards the man behind the camera (who was adjusting various lenses on it), he dodged the people in his way, side stepping them in a professional manner- until he bumped into someone who was a few inches smaller than him. About to yell at the person for being such a clumsy ass, his words suddenly got caught in his throat as he stared the shorter male down, subconsciously taking in his green curls and the dotted freckles on his face.

The person looked up at him, rare green eyes glinting with wistfulness.

He couldn't speak. He tried moving his lips, the sound coming out was between a growl and a cough. He felt panic bubble in his chest. Fuck. Why couldn't he speak?

"Ah. You must be Bakugou Katsuki. It's nice to meet you."

"Fuck off."

Shit.

He, for one, didn't intend to put it that way. It was natural instinct, he supposed, to be equally rude to everyone. Pushing everyone away with his vile mouth and the large supply of ego seemed to be second nature to him.

Awkward silence fell on them; before the other adult, (Midoriya Izuku- from what he remembers) stepped back. Katsuki only realizes on how close their proximity was to each other.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku," the teen introduced himself in a relaxed manner, voice smooth as polished marble. He didn't seem to mind the "fuck off" part in Katsuki's turn, that or he outright ignored it. "I'll be your photo shoot partner for this project. Your mother is a wonderful lady." Izuku continued musing, and Katsuki took this as a chance to observe him. You know, like a fucking creep.

He stood at the height of about 5'7 while Katsuki stood at a solid 6'0. He had this.. Aura around him. Both similar but oh so different from his own. He doesn't know how to place it, though.
He was wearing a classic black tux, equipped with a perfectly blood red bow tie. Bakugou figures that it was supposed to compliment his own eyes, just to match their very much clashing appearances. Midoriya had a laid back (or what Bakugou would call smug) stature, hands in pockets and all that. He had a prominent jaw, just like Katsuki's, but slightly less sharp. Cute- fuck. Freckles littered his faces swell like stars sitting the dark sky. He had an unruly mop of hair that he, although Katsuki may deny it all he wants, pulls off quite.. Well.

The thing that stands out are his bright, forest green eyes. Covered in what seems like bright stars, twinkling with subtle mischief and childish playfulness. He had long lashes too, which fluttered every now and then as he blinked.

"Bakugou-san," Midoriya hummed, a smirk playing on his lips. Katsuki quickly snapped out of his trance at the mention of his name, being greeted by his smug face. "You were staring."

"Fuck you."

Midoriya let out a hearty chuckle from his outburst, Bakugou's face slightly reddening from his improper etiquette. Bakugou just fucking stood there like a complete idiot when he heard Izuku laugh, liking the way it made his chest feel soft and.. Light.
'Fuck.' He swore in his mind, seething at the loss of his pride. Since when has he lost his cool?

"But truly, it was nice meeting you Bakugou-San-"

"Katsuki."

"Hm?"

Bakugou hesitated for only a moment.
".. Call me Katsuki." Midoriya's eyes softened, as if he had seen an injured puppy.

"Are you sure..?- Alright, Katsuki."

Bakugou couldn't help the shiver that crawled up his spine from the way his name rolled out his mouth. Fuck, that was fucking addicting. The way he softly said it- fuck. Shit. Goddammit. Get a fucking grip on yourself, Katsuki.

Midoriya easily spotted how Katsuki was having an inner dilemma, because he chuckled now; the low guttural sound on his throat was clearly fucking flirtatious, but Bakugou chose to believe that it was his imagination fucking with his ass.

"Call me Izuku."

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"Bakugou and Midoriya, please make your way in the studio."

The voice called out for them, drawing them out from their respective rooms. Izuku was the first one out though, standing by the lights positioned on every corner.
'He was cute,' Katsuki finally concluded as he ignored the direct hit K.O. to his gut AND pride. Midoriya Izuku was fucking appealing, and to hell if he didn't admit he had SOME sort of attraction to the other teen. After hours (who is he kidding. He spent five minutes) of thinking and wrestling with his ego and dignity, he had finally admitted to himself (ONLY himself) that Midoriya Izuku was outwardly attractive.

The liking towards Midoriya, Bakugou supposes, was probably temporary. After the three month project for their magazine cover AND another 'mystery project' (that his mom refuses to tell him ANYTHING about) he will probably get over it quickly once Izuku leaves.

Probably. He has said that word so many times.

He walked over to the center of the green screen, later joined by Mido- Izuku, who was by his side, about a foot apart from each other.
The director hummed, nodding as he raked his perfectionist eyes over them both. He muttered something that suspiciously sounded like; 'I think we hit the jackpot couple here' or something along those lines. He subtly side-glanced Izuku for a split second, looking at the new expression his face bore. He was obviously concentrated, eyebrows furrowed and bright green eyes swimming in curiosity and wonder. He felt himself flush in embarrassment, even though no one has caught him.

A thirty-paged glossy magazine was thrown by their foot, pages fluttering as Izuku picked it up, opening the first page with a careful flip.

It contained the poses they were going to do, and oh boy, was Katsuki weirdly excited to try them.