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Katsuki idly flipped through the pages of one of the many magazines left in the meeting room. There was a picture of him on the cover and a follow-up article that he was working his way towards inside.

It isn’t unusual for people magazine publishers, paparazzi, and sometimes even news stations to come looking for something to write about him. He was a high profile model born into a rich family with parents that helped him get to where he was now with their connections in the fashion industry. So of course people wanted to write about him. Of course they wanted to praise and photograph him.

And of course they wanted to try to tear him down at the same time.

Kacchan chases off another agent! Third one this month!

“Fucking ridiculous,” Katsuki said to no one in particular.

He never chased anyone off. He may have yelled at them, called them names, perhaps given a few empty threats to one or two, but he never told them to quit or anything. His agency always said he went too far, that it was his fault they left and he needed to get control of himself. But as far as Katsuki was concerned those people deserved it for being grossly incompetent.

He tossed the magazine over his shoulder halfway through the article after they had started calling him too rash and volatile for the modelling business.

They don’t know a damn thing.

“I really insist that you reconsider, Midoriya.”

Izuku kept his hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie, a bright smile on his face the whole way down the hall.

“Why would I want to do that? It’s exciting that my first model is going to be one already so famous.”

“While I understand your eagerness, the agency would consider it a shame to lose a new employee so early in his career. Bakugou can be rather harsh and hard to handle, and he’s driven off even the most experienced agents.”

Izuku shrugged in response. He'd heard, and been warned, many a time of Katsuki’s attitude problem. As far as he was concerned, it was something he should get used to if he wants to continue down this career path. Not all models are going to be nice or have mercy on him just because he was new. But as long as he did his job right and toughed out the meetings with his model, he should be fine.

That isn’t to say he isn’t nervous at all though.

“It’s okay, really.” The two of them stopped in front of the door to Katsuki’s room and Izuku’s smile turned into a grin. Despite his nervousness he was still excited about this. It was the beginning of his career and he was ready to take the next step.

“Fucking lying assholes!”

Izuku could surmise that that was Katsuki on the other side of the door, and suddenly he no longer felt as ready as he thought he was.

“Oh, wonderful. He’s in a good mood.”

Izuku didn’t have time to wonder whether that was a joke or not. His boss opened the door and pulled him in with a hand on his shoulder, and Izuku could see Katsuki tearing a magazine in half on the other side of a couch. He physically felt his nervousness turn to fear when Katsuki whirled around and glared at the person standing next to him.

Then Katsuki’s gaze turned on him, and he was surprised to see the glare vanish. There was an unexpected softness in his eyes now, mixed together with a spark of interest and even the hint of a smirk.

“What do you want now?” Katsuki asked as he walked up to the pair. “We’re not even doing anything today. Why the hell did you call me in?”

Izuku’s fear was gone, and his nervousness was slowly going with it. Katsuki isn’t nearly as bad as Izuku thought he would be, or as their boss made him out to be.

“To meet your new agent. This is Midoriya Izuku, and he’ll be handling your career now.”

Katsuki’s gaze hardened immediately and he looked at Izuku with only displeasure in his features. Izuku had no idea what he just did wrong, but evidently something has displeased Katsuki.

“I thought his name was Midoriya Deku. That’s what it said on the application you showed me,” Katsuki said.

“It can be read both ways.”

“Whatever. You’re giving me a fucking nobody?” Katsuki stepped forward and loomed over Izuku threateningly, and then proceeded to speak about him as though he weren’t even there, regardless of glaring directly at him. “Does this kid even know anybody in the business? Any experience? Or did he just kiss some major fucking ass to get here?”

Izuku shrunk down under Katsuki’s heavy stare, but still managed a few words. “W-we’re the same age.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “At least he can fucking speak.”

“I have been told to warn you that this will be your last agent, Bakugou.” The person didn’t flinch in the slightest when Katsuki turned on them and scowled. “I’ve been informed that the moment Izuku walks, you do too.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” Katsuki retorted in a low growl. “You couldn’t afford to lose me.”

“You’ve made us enough profit that we can afford to lose you now, actually. So I suggest you get your act together, or we’re dropping our contract with you.”

Katsuki was left standing there with his fists clenched, practically grinding his teeth at the retreating back of their boss. He was surprised when Izuku spoke up, and even more so when their boss actually stopped for a moment to regard Izuku’s words.

“Um, actually, you can’t do that.”

“Excuse me?”

Katsuki snorted and crossed his arms over his chest with an amused smirk. “I get another chance if you fire him.”

Izuku made an annoyed face and stepped back from Katsuki to face their boss. He knew perfectly well what he was talking about, and he knew when he heard a bluff too.

“We can fire him at any point he becomes too much of a burden to us. It’s in his contract.”

“Yes, at any point he becomes a burden to the company’s budget. Not a burden to you or I specifically. And even with that, there’s a separate clause on page twenty-three that states he be given priority over other models for auditions as a last chance to jump start any slump he may be in. But he isn’t in a slump or anything. He’s just been having trouble with agents recently, which falls under the jurisdiction of the agency to both fix the issue and keep the person under contract compensated with a bare minimum living wage and no more until whatever problem the agency is currently having is no longer an issue. So because he’s only two years into a four year contract, you still can’t fire him for another two years.” Izuku held his chin between his index finger and thumb in thought as his gaze shifted down to the floor. “Speaking of which, I’ll need to see his last few payments to be sure you all have been compensating him fairly during this falling out of agents that has been keeping him from getting work. A living wage changes with inflation, you know.”

“I haven’t been paid shit since my last show,” Katsuki replied. “A fucking month and a half ago.”

“Oh. I suppose we can get that fixed while we’re on the topic then–”

“Now hold on just a minute,” their boss interrupted. He approached Izuku with confident strides and tried to stare him down the same as Katsuki did, but Izuku paid that no mind. “Just how do you know so much about this? And why have I not been informed of any of this?”

“Well, it’s all clearly stated in his contract. I asked for a copy from your assistant the day you told me I had my first model, so I could know what I was getting into.” Izuku grinned and pulled the contract out from the inside of his hoodie and waved it back and forth happily. “I thought it prudent to plan ahead for my first day on the job. My model is a very high profile one, so I didn’t want to screw up right off the bat. I have a copy of my own at home too, so I know I’m not overstepping my boundaries by warning you that if he isn’t fairly compensated within the next twenty-four hours we are liable to sue for misconduct. Also, please refrain from using false information and empty threats on my model from here on out. I truly don’t mean to be rude when I say this, but you should really have someone brief you on these or something. You’re probably breaking a lot of contracts with a lot of models if you don’t know this stuff.”

“Now he doesn’t know how to shut up all of a sudden.” Katsuki was chuckling at this point, fairly amused by how this was turning out. “But don’t stop there. I like where this is going so far.”

“Why did you bring that with you? Were you planning to call this stuff out from the very beginning?” The person growled, trying and failing to snatch the contract out of Izuku’s hand.

“Well, actually I brought it for two reasons. The first is because I’m still new, and if someone tells me I’m doing something wrong with my model I’d like to be able to double check to make sure for myself.” Izuku glanced over his shoulder at Katsuki nervously for a second before continuing. “The second… well, I thought he might punch me in the stomach or something. That’s why I was hiding it in my hoodie.”

Their boss stormed out of the room with a muttered ‘We’ll see about this’, and Izuku turned to grin at Katsuki. He could only hope he did the right thing by sticking up for Katsuki there, and by the amused look on Katsuki’s face it was safe to assume that he probably did.

“I uh, just want you to know that I may be new and everything, I may not have a ton of experience or know everybody in the business yet, or any of that stuff–”

“Would you get to the fucking point already?”

“Right, right, sorry. I may not be one of the glorious agents you’re used to, but I’m still going to do my best to make sure you get the best out of your job. Even if that means I have to butt heads with the higher-ups every so often.”

Katsuki stayed rooted in place with a dumbstruck look on his face. No one ever argued with the higher-ups like Izuku just did, hence why it was so amusing. Though what was truly amazing was that he not only got away with it, but now he was offering to do it again for Katsuki’s sake?

Izuku pulled the neck hole of his hoodie open and dropped the contract inside again.

“Well you’ve already done better than every other agent I’ve had.” Katsuki waved him over to the two couches with a coffee table between them and sat on one. He clasped his hands together and hunched forward while Izuku situated himself on the sofa opposite of him. “So I suppose you want to tell me about yourself or some shit?”

“I didn’t plan to. Not that I mind, but I didn’t think you’d care.” Izuku placed his hands on his knees and sat up eagerly, happy to know that Katsuki might actually be interested in him rather than wanting him gone like he would with the others. “Am I supposed to?”

“There’s nothing saying you have to,” Katsuki replied with a casual glance thrown off to the side. “More so curious why you care about what’s in my contract. I never read that shit.”

Izuku gave him a little half smile. “You probably should have. Besides not paying you during all these issues with agents, who knows what other ways they’ve been cheating you for years and years. But you don’t have to now, because I intend to fix all of that.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. He grew more and more suspicious of what Izuku was trying to get out of him every time Izuku spoke. No other agent he'd ever had cared in the slightest whether Katsuki got what he was owed, so long as they themselves got paid and got whatever luxuries they desired.

To everyone at this company he was just a walking bag of money, and the moment he wasn’t that they were going to toss him aside like how Izuku just stopped them from doing.

“What is it you want from me?” Katsuki questioned slowly, his skepticism becoming more and more glaringly obvious.

“Huh?”

“Are you trying to get a meeting with my parents or something?” Katsuki leaned back and rested his arms on the back of the sofa. “Because if so, you’re kissing the wrong ass. I don’t control your career, either. That belongs to the other bastard you just told off. Whatever you want, you’re not going to get it by doing me any favors.”

“What are you talking about?” Izuku couldn’t look more affronted and confused at this moment. “I-I’m just doing my job. You may be mean sometimes, but you’re still a person who deserves to get paid for his work, aren’t you?”

Katsuki was left speechless by that. So much so he still didn’t say anything when Izuku stood up and went for the door.

It was beyond unexpected that Izuku saw him differently from everyone else, and didn’t speak to him with empty and meaningless words of praise or just agree with everything he said without any thought at all. Furthermore, he was willing to risk his brand new job just so Katsuki could get what was promised rather than keeping himself safe?

“Well, I really need to go. I have to find a way to start getting you into shows again or I’m not doing the most basic part of my job.” Izuku waved to Katsuki in the doorway. His waving slowed to a stop when Katsuki didn’t turn around to return the gesture. “I’ll see you later then. It was nice meeting you, Kacchan.”

Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts and whirled around in his spot on the sofa just in time to see the door shut. He was sure he heard that correctly.

“Why did that twerp call me by my stage name?”

 


 

Katsuki tapped his foot impatiently next to his limo and looked at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Izuku was supposed to meet him here six minutes ago so they could head over to a meeting that Katsuki arranged with someone that called him about a show.

He was surprised that someone came to him for an opportunity rather than the agency or Izuku, but thought nothing of it and accepted the meeting anyway. The only issue is, so long as he could help it, he’d rather not go without Izuku. Any experience Izuku could gain from this will only benefit both of them, and Katsuki was well aware of that.

It’d only been two days, but Katsuki hated Izuku markedly less than the others he'd had before.

At the very least he isn’t bad to look at, Katsuki reasoned with himself while scanning the area one last time, a hand placed sideways on his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun.

“So much for being eager to do well,” Katsuki said on his way into the limo’s backseat. He couldn’t risk being late this time. Not while he needs to start getting more work in to keep his face out there. Preferably with good publicity, rather than the negative type he'd been getting recently.

He froze halfway into the door and stared at the other person that was waiting inside for him, and then sighed and shut the door once he was seated.

“Katsuki.”

“Mom,” Katsuki replied in an unimpressed tone. “How did you get in here?”

“I asked them to pick me up before they came to get you.” Mitsuki crossed one leg over the other and cocked her head to the side as she tossed a magazine with Katsuki’s face on the cover at him. “Why are you being a spoiled brat? This affects your father’s and my business reputation as well.”

“How the fuck does–”

“Because there’s headlines everywhere about how our twenty-four year old son is an unruly beast and people are speculating that it’s our fault!” Mitsuki shouted. “It’s not good for business when the public starts to think we’re all a family of monsters.”

“Blame those dumbass agents who don’t know what the fuck they’re doing,” Katsuki said, crossing his arms and glaring out the window. “Apparently all of them are utter fucking shit at what they do.”

“That’s no excuse to act out!” Mitsuki took the magazine back, rolled it up, and hit him on the knee with it. “Start acting like you have some common sense or you’re going to be living with us again, and I’ll treat you like the child you want to be so badly.”

Katsuki wanted to say something; that he was an adult and she couldn’t tell him what to do anymore, that she couldn’t punish him or ground him or anything anymore. Anything. But he knew none of that meant anything to her at all.

He held himself back with that thought in mind and resigned to glaring at her quietly.

The limo stopped and Mitsuki opened the door for him. Katsuki exited with nothing else to say, and thankfully without another scolding from her, and paid no mind to the door that slammed shut behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the tall building in front of him and went forward to the meeting. He assumed that wherever she took the limo, it’ll end up back here before he was done.

The receptionist pointed him in the right direction, and with minimal wandering he ended up outside the office of the person he was meeting. Something deep inside him urged him to wait for Izuku, but at the same time he was sure he didn’t need someone else for this stuff. How hard could it be to just walk in, talk money for a little bit, get the venue, and leave?

Katsuki entered the room and was promptly greeted by a woman and her assistant. He was waved over to sit on the couch opposite of the woman’s desk.

“Bakugou!” she called out as he sat down. She began twirling a pen in her hand and leaned back in her seat. “We’re so glad to see you’ve chosen to take this opportunity. The Yaoyorozu’s always love it when you show off their newest releases.”

“Yet Momo can’t come and meet me herself today?”

“Well she is busy learning how the company operates so she can take over one day. She has decided to learn the jobs from the ground up so that she can better understand the needs of the company.” The woman placed her pen on the desk and slid it toward Katsuki at the same time her assistant placed a small stack of papers on the desk in front of him. “She’s such a bright young woman. But back to business, this contract is a short little formality for the show. Sign that and we’ll get into date and location, so on so forth.”

“What is it with you people and contra–”

The door burst open and Izuku ran in, whirled around, and slammed both of the doors shut. He placed his back against them, revealing his frightened face and heavy breathing to the group. Hard thumping on the other side of the door began until it burst open a second time. Two guards rushed and grabbed Izuku by the arms.

“W-w-wait! I’m with Kacchan! I swear!”

“If you want people to believe that, then you ought to get used to using his legal name instead of–”

“He’s with me,” Katsuki interjected, his casual tone betraying the obvious seriousness of the situation.

The woman took on a concerned gaze, but ordered the security guards to release him. Upon being released, Izuku backed away from them until his back hit the sofa, and he quickly went around to sit next to Katsuki. Katsuki rolled his eyes at the entire situation and picked the pen up again, which Izuku promptly snatched out of his hand.

“What are you doing? What did I miss?” Izuku asked. He pulled the contract toward himself and started reading the first page, much to the woman’s obvious displeasure.

Everything, because you’re fucking late.

“I turned the corner and was running up to the limo right as you were climbing in. I missed the bus today,” Izuku explained while reading.

“Bus? Why the fuck are you–”

“Excuse me, if I could interrupt? Bakugou was just in the middle of signing. It’s a standard contract. No need to waste our time reading it all day.” the woman said, snapping her fingers repeatedly to get their attention. She reached to take the contract out of Izuku’s hand and Katsuki smacked her hand away, and then stood between her and Izuku.

“There’s no such thing as a standard contract for a show this simple,” Izuku responded absentmindedly. He started skimming the second page. “These are generally done with verbal agreements. It’s just a simple payment after the show. That’s why I’m reading. To see what you’re trying to pull.”

“Nice to know,” Katsuki growled, glaring down at the woman.

“This is a business meeting! Not a place for friends and family to come barging in and–”

“Oh, well I guess we’re in luck.” Katsuki dropped back down on the sofa next to Izuku and spread his arms out across the back of the couch. He placed his hand on top of Izuku’s head, then ruffled Izuku’s hair. “He’s my business partner. So shut your fucking mouth and let him do what he does. Next time you try to grab something out of his hand you’re going to lose that arm.”

“Well, as his business partner I have made my decision. Excuse my language, but,” Izuku lifted the contract in the air with a proud grin and tore it in half, tore what was left in half, and then cleared his throat as he tossed the shreds on the desk, “this contract is utter shit. You’re just trying to take advantage of him because you thought he still didn’t have an agent, weren’t you? You were going to pay him next to nothing for his time and keep any complaints he had quiet by waving this contract in his face. So how about we make the usual verbal agreement instead?”

 


 

The pair exited the building after a meeting that Katsuki paid little attention to. Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s wrist when Izuku tried to walk off in another direction, away from the limo that was waiting outside to pick them both up.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked.

“I was going to take a walk around the city to see if I could find anything that might lead to another show or something.” Izuku scratched his cheek with a sheepish smile. “See, I don’t have a car, so–”

“Don’t waste your time with that shit. Come on.” Katsuki pulled Izuku toward the limo and practically shoved him in. He climbed in, sat beside Izuku, and knocked twice on the wall between them and the driver to get the driver’s attention. “Take us back to the agency. Keep the car running when we get there.”

Izuku looked around in both awe and confusion. He’d seen limousines before, but he’d never actually been inside of one. It was roomier than he thought it would be, and he certainly wasn’t expecting a mini fridge in it.

Katsuki watched in amusement as Izuku’s gaze roamed the inside of the limo. He almost placed his arm around Izuku, but stopped with his arm hovering just above and pulled it back into his lap.

“This is really cool,” Izuku said, still looking around with an awestruck grin. His gaze landed on Katsuki’s amused smirk and he quickly sat back, shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, and tried to look casual. “What do we need to do at the office?”

“Get something that’ll make your job easier.” Katsuki suddenly remembered earlier, during the meeting, when Izuku mentioned having to take the bus, and now him saying he didn’t have a car and had never been in a limo before raised some questions. “What the fuck are you doing taking the bus anyway? Why don’t you have a car? You’re supposed to be able to call the agency and request a ride at any time.”

“I can do that?” Izuku questioned incredulously. “No one told me that!”

Katsuki snorted, amused that Izuku really didn’t know anything about this job at all. Though to be fair, and as much as he hated to think about it, he had apparently been getting scammed by his own workplace for a while now. This was the second time Izuku had saved him from something stupid.

“Yeah. There’s a number to call and they’ll send one where you tell them to. But obviously that costs the company money, so it isn’t something you do just because you want to.” Katsuki rested his cheek on his fist, his elbow on the door, and stared out of the window. “You do it if you’re trying to impress someone so that a meeting goes better or something, or if something happens on the day of an event and you need a ride. Shit like that.”

“Oh, so it isn’t an everyday thing. That makes sense.” Izuku thought about those words for a second, and then realized something. “Wait, so why did you call one today? I saw your car in the lot when I got here, and the person we were meeting with wasn’t going to come out with us, so it couldn’t have been to try to impress them.”

Katsuki continued to stare out of the window, purposely ignoring Izuku’s words. Izuku called his name a couple of times to get his attention, and on the third time Katsuki finally spoke, though only in an attempt to change the topic.

“You still haven’t told me why you don’t have a car. What happened to yours?”

Izuku tilted his head to the side in a curious manner and his eyebrows furrowed. Katsuki had always been good about answering his questions up until now, which only piqued his curiosity even more.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you got a limo for a quick little meeting.”

Katsuki regarded Izuku with a glare. “What the fuck does it matter?”

“Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, but I want to know.” Izuku got silence in return and thought that maybe if he went first, Katsuki might be kind enough to follow his lead. “I don't have a car because I just can't afford one right now. I just got out of college and got this job. I didn't actually think I would get it either, but I saw the pay was good and thought I might as well give it a try. Even if they didn't hire me it isn't like I would have lost something for trying, right? So after I got the job I found a closer place to live and moved out. I'm starting to save up now, but it'll be a while before I can get one.”

Katsuki raised one eyebrow in response to the story. He just thought something bad happened to Izuku’s car, not that he didn’t have one. Still, he never asked for the guy’s life story, and he definitely couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for or pity someone who managed to land a job like this. As far as Katsuki was concerned, Izuku had a fair chance at becoming a model himself, and would’ve become one if whoever hired him had any kind of sense at all. He definitely had the looks for it.

Katsuki shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. The unexpected action thoroughly confused Izuku even more.

“Alright, alright, fuck. I didn’t ask for your life’s story and shit.” Katsuki ran his hand through his hair and sighed through his mouth. “I’ll tell you after I drop you off. Sound fair?”

Izuku nodded, happy to take that compromise.

The limousine stopped and Katsuki got out before him. He thought Katsuki was dropping him off here, and he got out just to be shoved back in by Katsuki.

“I’m just grabbing something. Wait here.”

It took a while, but eventually Katsuki returned with a book in hand. He handed it off to Izuku and, once it was out of his hands, placed his arms behind his head, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

Izuku skimmed through the book filled with names he didn’t recognize. Phone numbers, company names, and addresses were next to each name. He glanced up at Katsuki confusedly, but got nothing in response. Katsuki simply kept his eyes shut and stayed in his relaxed state.

“What is this?”

“It’s a directory of contacts. People who do shows, photo shoots, shit like that. Some of them are just people who work in fashion industries or whatever that might know of something going on. The last agent that quit on me left it behind. If he didn’t care enough to take it with him, then you can have it. Now tell the driver where you want to go.”

“Where I want to go?”

Katsuki opened one eye and took in Izuku’s confusion. He could tell this confusion isn’t about what the book was anymore. It was something else entirely.

The more Katsuki offered to help Izuku or show him the ropes rather than leaving him to drown in the sea of a new job, the more confused the poor man looks. With that in mind, it wasn’t hard to tell that Izuku was puzzled about why Katsuki had been so rude to everyone else—past agents and people around the two of them alike—and not to him.

“Yeah. You said you were going somewhere, so pick a place.”

“Well I was going to walk around and see if I could find any other companies to meet or maybe see some billboards, something to get started in making contacts, but with this book you gave me I got practically everything I need.” Izuku grinned while flipping through pages. He’d already begun to memorize names and numbers. “I should head home and start making calls. Maybe I can get you something to do before the show next week.”

“Cool. Then I’m getting out of here. Tell him where you live and he’ll drop you off.”

“Wait,” Izuku called to him as Katsuki was climbing out of the limo, “you still didn’t tell me why you–”

“For you, dipshit.” Katsuki got out and leaned down in the doorway to face Izuku. “Because you told off our boss for me, said all that shit about being fair to me and treating me like a person instead of an idiot with a dollar sign on his face. Just think of it as thanks for not being an asshole. But don’t be late next time or I’m kicking your ass.

Katsuki shut the door before Izuku could get a word in edgewise.

He was getting too used to seeing that big, stupid smile on Izuku’s face already.

 


 

“I said places people! We don’t have these people all day! I want pictures taken and ready to go pronto!”

Katsuki growled as he pushed the same two strands of hair to the side for what felt like the hundredth time in the last minute. It was only during photo shoots that things went wrong for him.

Fashion show? Everything was perfect. Everyday life? Perfect. Photo shoot? There was always one thing.

Although this time there’s two things, Katsuki reminded himself upon seeing Izuku appear in his mirror, hugging a bundle of papers to his chest and trying very hard to contain himself from bouncing up and down repeatedly in excitement.

Katsuki caught him doing it on the ride over and made him promise not to do it when they arrived. So much for that.

Normally he wouldn’t require his agent to come with him for stuff like this, but Izuku insisted on having a hands-on approach and wanted to do things by the book as much as possible. Plus it didn’t hurt to let him see what goes on around here so he knows more of what to expect in this line of work.

Katsuki just wished Izuku wasn’t so excitable. As cute as it was, it became a little much when he was trying to work and he felt the need to check over his shoulder at every possible moment to make sure Izuku wasn’t doing something he shouldn’t be. Such as when Katsuki had to step in to stop someone from yelling at him for touching the photographer’s camera, even if it was only a little poke.

“Oh, Kacchan, you’re up in a few minutes,” Izuku reminded him for the umpteenth time.

“I fucking know. You’ve already told me a thousand times,” Katsuki said, still trying to keep his hair from bouncing back into his eyesight. “For fuck’s sake. Pass me those fucking scissors.”

Izuku chuckled at him. “You don’t need to go that far. Here.”

Izuku turned Katsuki’s stool around and leaned down to his level. Katsuki felt a strong urge to slap Izuku’s hands away when his hair was reached for, but he kept himself under control and trusted the other. He’d come to trust that Izuku wouldn’t do anything that could harm their jobs in anyway unless he was certain he knew what he was doing.

Izuku pulled the strands up and tucked them in into a small tangle of hair higher up on Katsuki’s head.

“That’s going to feel kind of weird for a while, but don’t touch it and it’ll stay.” Izuku’s stood up straight and pointed at his own hair with a bright grin. “I know a thing or two about messy hair. If you find a knot you can tuck a loose strand of hair under it and it’ll stay like that for a while.”

“Wish someone else would have taught me that a long time ago,” Katsuki said. He spun the chair back around to face the mirror and checked the make sure everything else was good, and then at the call of his name rushed out to start on his pictures. “Good job, Deku.”

“Um, Izuku,” Izuku corrected him.

“Katsuki,” Katsuki retorted.

“Huh?”

“You keep calling me by my stage name. If you want to call me that, I want to call you Deku. Either that or we go by Bakugou and Midoriya. Your choice,” Katsuki explained on his way to the shoot.

Izuku stopped following and stayed a fair distance away from where Katsuki was having his pictures taken. He hadn’t thought about which name to use in the past few days, or even when they first met. He just assumed he was supposed to call Katsuki by his other name and no one ever corrected him.

Not until now that is.

“Bakugou.”

Izuku tried the name, and it felt weird in his mouth. He’d only known Katsuki for a week and hadn't had a ton of contact with him, save for two meetings, the car ride, and the call he made to tell Katsuki of the photo shoot he got him. But calling him by any other name sounded weird in his head and felt wrong on his tongue.

“Katsuki,” Izuku tried. It felt better, but still not quite right. “Kacchan.”

Definitely not as right as that sounded.

“Fuck no!”

Izuku was torn from his reverie by Katsuki’s loud protests. He hurried over, unsure of whether this would require him or not, to try to lend a hand.

“I told you the moment I walked in here: I don't do co-ops with fucking randoms!”

“But we don't have anyone else,” the photographer said. “Who could we possibly get on such short notice?”

Izuku stopped next to Katsuki at that moment and glanced back and forth between Katsuki and the photographer.

“What's going on?” Izuku asked. “Is there a probl-”

“Him,” Katsuki said as he grabbed Izuku’s arm and jerked him closer. “He'll do it.”

“…What?”

“Who even is this boy? He is not a face I have seen before, and I never forget a face.” The photographer leaned into Izuku's space and studied him closely for a few seconds before Katsuki pulled Izuku away and got in the man's face.

“He's the one who's going to pose with me,” Katsuki said. “Or find yourself someone else to pose with the nobody over there.”

“Wait, what?!” Izuku pulled Katsuki in close and spoke in a whisper, “I can't do a photo shoot! I barely know what I'm supposed to be doing off set, let alone on it!”

“Chill the fuck out. You'll be right next to me and I'll tell you what to do.” At the reluctant approval of the photographer Katsuki dragged Izuku to his dressing room to get Izuku in the needed outfit.

“But what if I-”

“What if I break your face?” Katsuki said. An empty threat meant to shut Izuku up that happened to work for him. “Look, you're not an idiot, you’re not bad looking, and I don't hate your fucking guts. You're already three steps ahead of almost every other model and agent I've ever met. So get dressed in this”–Katsuki pulled a suit off the rack in his dressing room and shoved it at Izuku’s chest–”go out there, pose with me a few times, and boom. Easy money. Prove you aren't a Deku.”

Izuku's grin from Katsuki calling him good looking dwindled swiftly. “Wait, a ‘Deku’ is an actual thing?”

“Yeah. It means useless, and you've proven you aren't useless so far, so keep it up.” Katsuki was about to leave the room and was stopped again, this time by the call of his name from Izuku. “What?! Hurry the fuck up. We don't have all day.”

“You really think I'm good looking?” Izuku asked with a big grin.

Katsuki stared at Izuku with a deadpan expression, and then slammed the door shut. He wasn’t about to repeat himself on that matter right now. Not in a situation where Izuku could openly tease him.

Izuku managed to get changed surprisingly fast for someone putting on a suit, but Katsuki stopped him the moment Izuku crossed the threshold into the room.

“What the fuck did you do to your tie?”

Izuku looked down. “I, uh… don’t know how to tie a necktie.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you say something?” Katsuki chastised him. He undid Izuku’s carelessly tied knot and started tying it for him.

“You were already gone when I saw it, so I just kind of,” Izuku paused to shrug and flinched when Katsuki flicked him on the forehead for moving, “winged it.”

“If you end up in this situation again, come get me so we don’t waste time.”

“Again?” Izuku examined the necktie once Katsuki was done. He mentally noted that he should get Katsuki to teach him how to tie one like this the next time they have free time. “How often do agents do modeling work?”

“They don’t. I just didn’t want to do a set of couples suit poses with some random guy.” Katsuki pulled Izuku toward the photographer and lowered his voice so others wouldn’t hear them as they approached. “Easier to do couples poses with someone you know. There’s a lot of touching and shit.”

Katsuki warned the photographer to go easy on Izuku, given that he was new to this, and then dragged Izuku away.

“W-wait, how do you know I even want to do stuff like that?”

“Call it a hunch,” Katsuki retorted. “You got an issue with it?”

“Well, no,” Izuku said. “If it’s with you then I suppose it’s alright.”

Truth be told Katsuki didn’t know for sure, but Izuku didn’t complain when Katsuki touched his hair in the meeting a few days ago. Nor did he complain just now when Katsuki was standing close to him to tie his necktie for him. While that’s hardly much of a basis, it was what he chose to go off of.

Katsuki pulled Izuku onto the small set in front of the camera and showed him a pamphlet that had the poses they were supposed to do.

“Memorize these. We’re doing them in order. Left to right, top to bottom.”

Izuku stared at the pamphlet and started to memorize them. Katsuki stood next to him with his arms crossed and stared over Izuku’s shoulder.

“Do you always have to memorize so many?” Izuku asked, flipping pages and furrowing his eyebrows at a few of them. “Also, these are kind of–”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t want to do them with the no name. I don’t know if you asked for any details before you took the gig for me, but these are suits for couples, and the company wants to post an ad with two of their suits being showed off on a couple. That’s also why they gave us designated poses instead of just letting me do whatever. Groups of people don’t sync up that well doing random little changes from picture to picture, so it’s better to give them specific things to do.”

“I didn’t know–”

“I’m not mad, Katsuki interjected. “I don’t mind this kind of stuff, but personally I don’t want hands on me if I’m not comfortable with the person. Speaking of which, you’re okay with this, right?”

“Yeah, for sure.” Izuku glanced at Katsuki from the corners of his eyes, thankfully able to choose a moment that Katsuki wasn’t paying attention.

He didn’t think of the situation like that. Now that he looked at the poses again, they do have a lot of touching, and with another glance at Katsuki, Izuku realizes that he wouldn’t mind that with him either. It was nice to know that Katsuki didn’t mind it with him. It made him feel a little special.

“Hurry up,” Katsuki urged Izuku on with a few backhanded pats to his arm. “Just memorize a few at a time if you can’t get them all and you can look at it again when you need to.”

“Alright,” Izuku responded and placed the pamphlet aside. Truth be told, he got all of them memorized already and was starting to space out in his thoughts. “Sorry, I’m ready. Let’s start with the first one.”

“We’re starting,” Katsuki said to the photographer, and then took his place next to Izuku.

The two of them stood side by side with their hands in their pockets and leaned against each other. A simple pose to start out with. Izuku tried to keep a smile on his face through the multiple pictures that were taken.

He wondered if the photographer was going to take this many pictures every time as he counted ten clicks before they’re told to move on. The next pose remained just as simple; the both of them with their backs to the camera. Another ten clicks ensued and the photographer called for the next pose.

Izuku turned around for what he remembered of the next pose. Katsuki moved behind Izuku and tentatively placed his hands on Izuku’s waist. Izuku’s hands came to rest on top of Katsuki’s and he tilted his head slightly to the side.

Only three clicks followed this time, and the photographer took a closer look at the pair from over his camera. He stared at them for a moment and Izuku hesitantly began to move into the next pose. Katsuki tightened his hold on Izuku’s waist to keep him in place and leaned in closer to speak quietly.

“He’s thinking about a change. Just stay still and wait to see what he wants,” Katsuki explained.

“I’m loving the yin and yang you both have here, with the one smiling and the other’s serious look,” the photographer said after another moment of staring, “but you’re both looking too… how should I put it? Impersonal. Be more intimate, make them think you’re in love! This is an ad for couples, so really sell that!”

Izuku felt a puff of air against the back of his neck as Katsuki snorted in annoyance. He could practically feel Katsuki’s eyes roll from behind.

“They always want more,” Katsuki grumbled.

He leaned forward against Izuku’s back and wrapped his arms around Izuku’s stomach and waist in a hug from behind. His mouth was pressed down in the crook of Izuku’s neck and shoulder and his cheek was up against Izuku’s neck. He felt Izuku go rigid in his hold and he raised his head up to Izuku’s ear to speak to him.

“You’re too stiff. Loosen up some.”

Izuku, realizing how petrified he must look from the sudden change in pose, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It wasn't as big of a deal as he was making it out to be, really. He was just being hugged and touched all over by someone he found extremely attractive and has been only nice and helpful to him in the past few days and now he was suddenly stuck on thinking about how Katsuki was pressed up against his back, whispering in his ear and–

“Deku!” Katsuki whispered angrily, “You’re fucking holding us up. What’s going on? What the fuck are you mumbling?”

“N-nothing, nothing.”

Izuku took another deep breath to calm himself. He placed his hands on Katsuki’s arms again and leaned into Katsuki’s hold. He tried to relax, and slowly but surely he managed.

Ten clicks and they’re on to the next pose.

The two of them turned to face each other. Katsuki grabbed hold of Izuku’s hands and they pressed their foreheads together. It took Izuku a few seconds to notice, but he could take solace in the fact that, for whatever reason, Katsuki was nervous as well. It showed in the way he kept looking away when he was supposed to be staring into Izuku’s eyes for this part.

He started to feel something on Katsuki’s hands, too. It felt like…

“Kacchan, are your hands sweating?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki bit back.

Izuku’s faint smile grew and suddenly he felt more relaxed than ever before. He was so preoccupied with watching Katsuki he didn’t notice the ten clicks. Katsuki surprised him by beginning to move to the next pose without warning.

“How come there’s so many poses?” Izuku asked while the two were getting into position. “Don’t they only use one or two pictures?”

“Yeah, but the person who decides what to put in the pictures will want a lot of options to choose from,” Katsuki responded.

Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck and pressed himself up against Katsuki when the other’s hands came to rest on either side of his waist. This time Katsuki looked petrified for a second, but he quickly regained his composure and exhaled softly in a calming manner. His breath hit Izuku’s face and Izuku blinked twice. He smiled at Katsuki and moved closer until their noses were touching.

Izuku could see the debate taking place in Katsuki’s head through his eyes. He was deciding whether he should move back or stay right where he is. Izuku considered it a good sign that he even had to debate in the first place. It meant he might actually be interested.

Not that Izuku was in the first place. Or maybe he was. He couldn’t really remember when he got interested since they met. Maybe it was when he first saw Katsuki and how good he looked, or maybe it wasn’t even until this moment. This moment when they’re so close, with hands all over each other, and Izuku could look into his eyes.

Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki responded, but there was no fire in his voice like usual. His words were soft and breathy and his lips brushed against Izuku’s when he spoke. “Come on.”

He moved away and dragged Izuku with him by the wrist into his dressing room. The door was slammed shut and Izuku was pushed against the wall roughly. Izuku grew increasingly nervous, suddenly unsure of where this was going, and rubbed his wrist once it was released.

“What the fuck were you doing?” Katsuki asked sharply. He placed one hand on the wall next to Izuku’s head and the other on Izuku’s shoulder to hold him in place.

“I got carried away,” Izuku said apprehensively, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I read the situation wrong. I’m sorry.”

Katsuki’s gaze grew less intense the longer he searched Izuku’s body language for some sign of a lie.

“You really wanted me?” Katsuki’s grip on Izuku’s shoulder became gentler as he spoke. “You weren’t just acting or anything?”

“Yeah, I thought you looked interested, but it was just the poses for the shoot. I’m so, so sorry and I promise I won’t let it happen aga–”

Katsuki grabbed Izuku by his suit jacket and jerked him forward into a kiss, and Izuku’s eyes went wide again. As the kiss went on his eyes closed and felt something settle in between his legs—what he could only guess was Katsuki’s leg—and press against his groin.

The pressure caused Izuku to tremble and groan into the kiss. One hand went up to tangle fingers in the back of Katsuki’s hair and the other pulled at Katsuki’s tie.

“You’re not a fucking asshole like everyone else I know. You don’t try to take advantage of me at every turn,” Katsuki said during their break for air, “and on top of that, you’re actually good looking. So you better let it happen again, and again, and again.”

Izuku was left with no time to respond as Katsuki pulled him in again. Izuku couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. His back was barely away from the wall and Katsuki held his head in place to make sure he didn't escape.

Not that I want to get away.

Katsuki picked Izuku up and took him over to the desk. Izuku wrapped his legs around Katsuki’s waist and Katsuki held him with Izuku’s back against the desk. His hands gripped the bottom of Izuku’s thighs and he started grinding against Izuku, and Izuku groaned against his mouth.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” Izuku said as Katsuki moved down to start kissing under his chin. “Someone might come back. These aren’t our clothes. We’re not supposed to be here anymore. We’re going to get in trouble.”

Despite his many complaints, Izuku still found himself pulling his head back to give Katsuki more access to his neck. His legs involuntarily opened themselves more as a silent plea for Katsuki to keep going. He closed his eyes with his arms hugged around Katsuki’s back and a hand on the back of his head.

“Should be happy these aren’t our clothes. Jeans would hurt after a while.” Katsuki carried Izuku to the chair and sat in it with Izuku on top of him.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

Katsuki stopped moving and took his hands off of Izuku, but kept his face on Izuku’s shoulder. The sudden loss of friction elicited a quiet whine from Izuku, who pulled Katsuki closer with his hand on the back of Katsuki’s head. Katsuki pried Izuku’s hands off and leaned back in the chair to look up at Izuku.

“You want me to stop then?”

Izuku bit his bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. He wanted more from Katsuki. He wanted to keep going even though something in the back of his mind told him to stop. They’re supposed to be business partners in a sense, and getting this personal could cause problems.

The last thing he wanted was to lose his newfound job for getting in a relationship with a coworker, or subordinate, or whatever Katsuki counted as.

“They can’t fire you for that. Not that I’m aware of anyway. And they won’t reassign the first agent I get along with if it stops me from giving them more trouble,” Katsuki responded to Izuku’s murmuring. He suppressed a laugh when Izuku covered his mouth upon realizing he was thinking out loud. “So this is me officially asking you out. It’s your decision, because I’m not going to force you into shit, but I’m pretty sure you’d be safe.”

Izuku stared down at Katsuki with wide eyes, still mortified that his thoughts were uttered right on top of Katsuki.

It was true that they couldn’t fire him for something like this, and Katsuki’s reasoning behind them refusing to reassign him made sense.

Perhaps it was mere paranoia driving a fear of losing everything into him. He found both a great job and a potential partner in one go, two things so rare that anyone might be afraid of losing them just as easily as they were found.

But he couldn’t lose the latter if he didn’t even follow up on it, and Katsuki seemed like he’d fight for Izuku if anything were to happen…

With that thought in mind, he uncovered his mouth, leaned in, and started the grinding again himself.

 


 

Supposedly there was someone who snuck into the backstage without permission that no one recognized and said they know him. Unsurprisingly it also happened to be during the big show Izuku got for him, which Izuku had yet to show up to.

He was was pretty sure he had a good idea of who the so called trespasser was.

Katsuki walked into the room that the backstage security led him to. Exactly like he thought, the first thing he noticed was the back of that big mop of curly greenish hair on the couch.

Katsuki moved to sit next to him and Izuku’s glare and pout dissipated instantly at the sight of him.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. This man strongly insists that he knows you. We can throw him out as soon as you say the word.”

He looked Izuku over and put on a show of trying to figure out who he was. Izuku’s smile dwindled at the sight, and a look of shock overtook him when Katsuki spoke.

“No idea who the fuck this guy is.”

“Kacchan!”

Katsuki placed one leg on the other and leaned back on the couch as the guard grabbed Izuku by the arm. He slapped the guard’s hand away and placed his hand on top of Izuku’s head, ruffling his hair slightly.

“Oh, right, now I remember. This is my fucking manager, you dumbasses. The guy who got me in this show in the first place.”

Izuku placed both hands on his knees and smiled proudly up at the security guard. That’s the first time Katsuki had presented him as his manager rather than business partner, or anything else. It gives him a satisfied feeling to hear it coming from Katsuki.

“That’s what I told them when I tried to show them my card, but they wouldn’t listen.”

Katsuki had to fight the urge to smirk. It was hard to do so when Izuku was being stupidly adorable, but he kept up his scowl to intimidate the man in front of them.

“So you even saw his business card and still decided to hold him up.” Katsuki waved his hand in a dismissive motion when the guard tried to speak. “Not interested in hearing any bullshit. Memorize his face and then get the fuck out of here and leave him alone or we’ll make sure you’re fired. He’s the only person you’ll see managing me for a long time to come.”

The man apologized profusely to Izuku, and then left to make sure the rest of the security team knew to leave the pair alone.

“You didn’t have to be so mean,” Izuku whispered to him once they were alone.

“You know why you didn’t get past them from the very beginning?” Katsuki stood up and stretched, then grabbed Izuku by the wrist and pulled him along. “Because you weren’t a pretentious asshole. That’s the type of person that’s usually back here.”

“I don’t want to be that type of person though.”

“That’s why I told you not to be late. You never would’ve made it past them,” Katsuki said. “I know because you’re not an entitled asshole.”

Katsuki sat on his stool in front of a mirror and pulled Izuku down into his lap. Izuku tried to stand up and Katsuki jerked him back down into his lap, then began putting on makeup in the mirror over Izuku’s shoulder. A few people stared at the pair as Izuku squirmed in his lap uncomfortably. Izuku didn’t seem to notice them, and Katsuki didn’t care.

“Why are you making me sit here?” Izuku questioned, his eyes on the mirror.

“Because I’m busy and don’t have time to go fishing for you in a crowd if you get lost or some shit.”

Izuku rolled his eyes and leaned back against Katsuki. “You act like I’m a kid or something.”

“You basically are in this business,” Katsuki said while checking his face in the mirror. “You’re more like a junior agent or something honestly.”

“I’ve done some good things!”

“I didn’t say you’re doing a bad job. The fact I haven’t yelled at you yet says nothing but praise for you.” Katsuki smacked Izuku’s hand when he reached for the foundation. “Don’t touch shit.”

“I just wanted to try,” Izuku whined while rubbing his hand. “It looks good on you.”

“See? Like a kid.”

Izuku huffed and crossed his arms. “So what, I’m just supposed to sit here and do nothing? Shouldn’t I be getting some experience or something?”

“You’re getting it right now,” Katsuki retorted, taking the foundation for himself to touch up a few spots. “I’ll show you whatever you need to see to know what goes on here. The rest of it is irrelevant to you. You’re only even here so you can know what to watch out for and shit. So chill the fuck out and do what you do best. Sit there and look pretty.”

“Actually that’s what you do best,” Izuku said, throwing Katsuki a grin in the mirror.

“No, I look hot. There’s a difference.” Katsuki put everything back on the makeup table and moved out from under Izuku. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move and don’t touch shit.”

The first thing Izuku went for was the foundation, which he promptly spread across his face in the mirror in a rush, lest Katsuki come back before he was done. He stared in the mirror and tilted his head to look at his sloppy handiwork at different angles. It looked okay, but something seemed a little off.

Izuku looked down on the desk and picked up a magazine that was left there. There was a picture of him and Katsuki coming out of a restaurant on the cover and an article about the two of them inside the magazine. Izuku smiled at the flattering photo of the two of them and started flipping through the pages to get to the article. Right when he found it the magazine was ripped from his hands and Katsuki tore the cover off, slapped it down on the table, and tossed the rest of the magazine in a nearby trash can.

“I said don’t touch anything,” Katsuki chastised him.

“What’s wrong with reading an article about us?” Izuku questioned incredulously.

“They’re going to find a way to spin the story and make it look bad. It’s what they do.” Katsuki moved the trash can further away with his foot and grabbed Izuku’s face to force Izuku to look at him. “You messed with the fucking foundation, didn’t you? You’re not supposed to use that shit.”

“Why not?” Izuku asked defensively. If he wanted to use something that he thought would make him look better he felt he should be allowed to.

Katsuki licked his thumb and started rubbing the powdery substance off of Izuku’s cheeks. “Because it’ll cover up your freckles, dumbass. They’re the second best thing about your face.”

Izuku’s eyes widened a fraction. “What?”

Katsuki wiped his thumb off on Izuku’s hoodie, licked it, and rubbed the other cheek. “Your face, stupid. Top three things in order: your smile, your freckles, and your eyes. Don’t hide any of those three and don’t draw attention away from them. You’d be stupid to do that, and those are some of my favorite things about you.”

Izuku felt a fluttery warmth in his stomach from hearing that. While Katsuki isn’t one to shy away from complimenting him in some way, he normally didn’t do it in such a heartfelt or touching manner.

He leaned forward and pecked Katsuki on the lips. It took Katsuki by surprise and he stopped rubbing Izuku’s cheek for a moment, then wiped his thumb on Izuku’s hoodie again and leaned down next to him to look in the mirror.

Izuku clasped his hands together in his lap and watched Katsuki with a bright grin on his face. His grin dwindled down to a small smile as he thought about what Katsuki said only a few moments ago.

“Hey, what do you mean they’ll spin the story about us?”

Katsuki continued to stare in the mirror without acknowledging Izuku’s presence at all. The look in his eyes seemed almost angry now, as opposed to the soft stare he had right before Izuku asked that.

“They like to make me look more dramatic than I really am, and I’m an easy target because I have a bad temper and I’m famous. Drama sells, so I’m easy money to them.” Katsuki sighed and stood up straight to stretch his arms over his head. It was about time for him to go on. “They’re going to try to say shit about us, and I don’t want it to affect us. I want an honest relationship without either of us worrying about a bunch of fucking lies and shit. I haven’t read the article and I don’t plan to. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t either.”

Izuku nodded in understanding. He didn’t normally read magazines like that, but he could understand where Katsuki was coming from.

“I won’t read it then.” Izuku looked at the ripped magazine in the trash, and then grabbed Katsuki’s hand when Katsuki said he had to go. “How come you had it on the desk if you weren’t going to read it though?”

“I wanted that picture of us in front of the restaurant. They got your good side.” Katsuki smirked at him. “Hoping they get it again when we go out after the show.”

He pulled away from Izuku and went to go do his first lap on stage.

Izuku sat there, puzzled by what Katsuki said.

But we didn’t make plans after… Oh.

Katsuki just asked him out on a date —again.