———-

——A day later——
7:43 pm—

"Wanna go for some coffee asshole?"

"What."

Katsuki rolled his eyes before they settled on Midoriya, who just blinked dumbly at him.
The photo shoot was finished only a couple minutes ago, letting Katsuki and Izuku finish earlier than expected. Both were equally as exhausted, considering "Mr. Dickless Pig Fucker" (a.k.a. Their director) refused to let them catch a break until they finished the whole set. Izuku was the only one able to stop him from marching up into the director's face and punch his pudgy pug-like face and make it cave in.

The man finally relented when Katsuki and Izuku were visibly and absolutely fucking drained.

Izuku's tux was wrinkled now, the red tie unknotted and just hung on his neck like some kind of rope, his inside shirt untucked and unbuttoned, showing a bit of collar bone on the otherwise tan skin. The green mop on his head was even more unruly, and he had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
The thing is, he didn't look like a mess. He was still fucking flaming like a lit torch and that just seriously bothered Bakugou.

The break room smelled like a mixture of ramen and cheap instant made coffee that could be bought from food stands outside the building.
The bright, piss colored (yellow) wallpaper really fucked with Katsuki's eyes in every way. And he wanted to get the fuck outta here before his old hag came to visit because god-fucking-damn-it he was already as irritated as it is.

"I said," Katsuki folded his arms tightly, looking at Izuku with a glaring expression (which Izuku takes as fond) as he repeated himself.

Immediately, the other model's face contorted to a smirk, eyes searching Katsuki's face.

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Depends how you take it shitface. Get up and grab a coat. We're fucking going whether you like it or not."

——-

"So you call your mom old hag?"

"Yeah. What do you think of her?"

Izuku hummed, pondering the question as he looked up into the dark, starry sky, busying himself by observing how the moonlight shines on his face.

——Three days Ago——

"Bakugou-San, nice to meet you."

Izuku took her hand, flipping it over easily and kissing on of her knuckles. He let go of it right after, looking at Misuki's shell-shocked face, surprised by his manners.

His mother, Inko, stood beside Izuku, giggling at her. She wore a simple blue dress, coming all the way down from her shoulders to her ankles, white three inch heels equipped with the outfit.
No doubt her own design.
Mitsuki wore a bright red, very passionate sleeveless dress, going to her mid-thighs, also coming with higher crimson heels to compliment her eyes. They were fiery, full of life. Izuku could already tell that-

"Yare-Yare," she mused. "I've gotta make you tutor my kid about manners. Brat's got a big mouth and twice the ego of a grown man."

-she has a "personality". Not a bad one. Just.. Sassy? Was that a word?

They were by the run way, standing with the high upper-class men, who had one thing in common; modeling or being a designer.
They all looked rich; complete with good looks and designer clothes that probably added up to a thousand. They were all chatting amongst themselves, both criticizing and praising models quietly. They had a sensitive eye for style, per-say.

The building wasn't that crowded, small groups of people either filing in or filtering out, all dress in outrageously expensive clothes, decked out in jewelry.

Izuku didn't mind, since he was used to this environment after all. He just has a pet-peeve which consists of him being irritated as someone flaunts their richness obnoxiously. He was otherwise neutral towards everything in this kind of environment.

"Inko, your son here," Mitsuki hummed, scanning Izuku with her ruby eyes for a moment. "Has he partnered with anyone in modeling yet?" Inko nodded. "Thrice. Kamui Wood's company, FatGum, and SunEater." She listed down the past companies with a thoughtful look on her face; matching Mitsuki's. (They were the heads of big modeling agencies.)

"Why?"

"Just wondering if he would like to partner with my son. Bakugou Katsuki... That brat."

The last part was quickly added, making Izuku slightly chuckle. Even if Mitsuki called him that, Izuku couldn't miss the adoring expression. She truly loves her son a lot.
Inko looked up at Izuku, who nodded passively before turning to Mitsuki with a bright, excited smile. "I don't see why not. When will he be starting?"

———

"Lovely. Seems to care a lot about your well-being, Kacchan."

"Really?," Katsuki snorted before stopping before a coffee store, pulling down his "disguise" (which were a pair of dark sunglasses and a mask.) to look Izuku in the eyes. "I doubt it."
Izuku chuckled, shrugging. "Believe me, she does."

"I'll take your word for it."

They stood in front of the quaint little cozy coffee shop, warm lights illuminating the inside. There were about six mahogany tables (coming with chairs) where two of them seemed to be occupied by a scruffy man, and the other occupied by two elderly women chatting with each other.

"Here."

Bakugou grabbed the metal handle, opening the brown-rimmed door for Izuku. The warm coffee scented air blasted through him immediately, making up deeply inhale the sweet scent. He could already fall asleep just by standing there.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

Izuku pretended not to notice the way Bakugou's hand tightened on the handle at the sound of his first name.
He stepped inside, warmed up from the bitter cold and greeted by the soft, quiet chime of the bell.
Bakugou stepped in right after him, shutting the door quietly as to not disturb anyone. Izuku rubbed his palms together, blowing at them to warm his hands up.

"Chilly."

Katsuki nudged him, signaling Izuku to follow him as he sat at the booth in the very corner. The seats were cushioned, and the tables were polished thoroughly.
He sat down, noticing that he has never seen this store before. Were they new on the block? Probably, seeing that there aren't many customers. That, or people don't come at night to have coffee.

"What do you want?," He finally asked, seeing Izuku's brilliant emerald eyes again, still not used to how awfully and naturally smug and cheerful they were at the same time. He doesn't know how Izuku achieves the mix of expression, but he doesn't complain.
Midoriya let out a hum, thinking. "Surprise me."

"Unless you want some bland, bitter dark coffee I suggest that you think of something else."

Izuku chuckled, shaking his head. "Fine, Fine. I'll just get some coffee. A lot of sugar and creamer please." It was Bakugou's turn to make fun of him now, smirking widely as he scoffed. "Pussy."
Izuku gasped at the foul language, before he huffed. "Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are. Too."

"Am. Not-"

Izuku rolled his eyes as he playfully flicked Bakugou's forehead lightly, which earned him a kick in the shin from under the table.

"Ow! Kacchan!"

He noticed the pink flush on Katsuki's face as the other model looked away, eyes concentrating on the green plant right beside them to him in composure.
He grumbled something out, Izuku guessing it was a streak of curses.
Midoriya looked at the blush in mild surprise, which Bakugou accepted as a hit to his ego.

"Shut your trap, Shitty nerd. I'm paying."