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“Where the fuck is he?” Bakugou snarled into his phone.
“He’ll be there, you just need to be patient, Bakugou,” Midoriya sighed.
“It’s been twenty fucking minutes past the damn meeting time, why there fuck did I ever trust you to book someone, fucking nerd?!” Bakugou snapped, his temper rising rapidly.
“He’s a very reliable and responsible person!” Midoriya protested.
“He called me to tell you that the bus broke down halfway to the train station so he had to walk to the station.” Midoriya said, and Bakugou let out a choked noise.
“Why didn’t you say that when you first picked up?” Bakugou yelled.
“Because you started yelling right away.” Midoriya snorted. Bakugou was about to screech more profanities into the phone, when a knock at the door stopped him.
“I think he’s here.” Bakugou muttered into the phone, hearing Midoriya's sigh of relief. Stalking towards the door, he heard Midoriya's voice over the phone again.
“Just go easy on him-” Bakugou tore the door open, ready to start yelling about how late the person was, but froze, his eyes widening on his own accord.
It couldn’t be him.
No.
“Deku…” Bakugou growled into the phone. His friend only laughed, wished him good luck, and hung up.
Standing before Bakugou was someone he’d been trying to desperately avoid since the end of high school. The signature half red, half white hair, and the dual colored eyes. The person who he’d been the best of friends with, until two days before their third year ended.
It ended in a massive, heated argument that ended with Bakugou storming out of the room, screaming at the other that he never wanted to see him again, even telling him to kill himself. Oh how he still regretted every single word that he said that day.
But….
Here he was.
Standing right before him.
Shoto Todoroki, dressed in well fitting black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it, black high top Converse to accompany the outfit. He had on a black, flat billed snapback put on backwards, with sunglasses perched on his head.
Todoroki looked equally as surprised, and glanced down at the phone in his hands.
“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “I think I may have gotten the wrong address. Sorry.” Todoroki said, and he bowed stiffly, before spinning on his heels, starting to walk away.
“W-wait,” Bakugou found himself blurting, his voice catching. He watched as Todoroki’s shoulders tensed, and bit his lower lip. “Deku?” He heard Todoroki exhale, and the half and half turned around, nodding.
Stepping back awkwardly, Bakugou held the door open and Todoroki walked inside, barely casting Bakugou a glance.
“It’s been a long time.” Todoroki said, his voice so low and soft that Bakugou nearly missed it.
“Yeah.” Bakugou swallowed, rubbing his palms together nervously. “Look, about-”
“If you’re thinking about apologizing what happened nearly three years ago, I don’t care. I’m here on professional business, and that’s it.” Todoroki cut Bakugou off. Bakugou nodded, almost meekly, before hurrying past Todoroki to fiddle with the lighting.
“You do know that this photo shoot requires… well…. a loss of clothes, right?” Bakugou said, risking a glance up at Todoroki, who shrugged carelessly.
“I know.” Bakugou huffed out a heavy breath.
“Did you bring the clothes I requested in the email that Deku forwarded you?” Todoroki made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, and put the backpack that was slung over his shoulder on the ground.
“Yeah.”
“Go change while I fix up the lighting.” Bakugou said, pointing towards the changing room in the back. “I’ll do your make up when you come out.” Todoroki picked up his backpack by one strap and slung it back over his shoulders, holding it up with two fingers as his other hand was stuffed into his pocket.
Damn. Bakugou couldn’t help but do a quick eye-sweep of Todoroki. He had changed over the three years. He’d become leaner, and much taller. But no matter how much wishful, or wistful thinking he did, he knew that Todoroki probably would never forgive him.
Todoroki finally let out a shaky exhale when he reached the changing rooms. It was difficult, putting up this facade after seeing his high school crush and best friend after three years of no contact.
He knew that Midoriya was behind everything, as Midoriya had given Todoroki the job offer that Bakugou was looking for, without revealing a name. Bakugou had already been on the phone with Deku when Todoroki knocked on the door.
Todoroki was all for accepting different photo shoots, his reputation quickly rising as a young model thanks to his father. Todorok’s relationship with his father had gotten a bit better over the past three years, but they still clashed quite often as demanding and care-free didn’t mix.
The dual haired man shook his head, and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it up in the changing room, removing his shoes before stripping from his t-shirt and jeans, shrugging on a different pair of jeans. These ones were a light blue, the fabric soft and they rested quite low on his hips. He pulled on a black t-shirt, that was slightly too big, and then shoved his feet back into his Converse, tying them up before heading back out, keeping his snapback and sunglasses on.
He inhaled sharply, and knowing that he couldn't keep up this facade any longer, walked out of the changing room to greet the boy who'd shattered his heart three years ago.
It was time to have a little bit of fun.
Bakugou was standing with his back to him, fingers fiddling with the lighting. Todoroki fought back a smile, Bakugou hadn’t changed. His right foot was rolling on his toe, his signature sign that he was nervous.
“Oi, what do I do now?” Todoroki spoke, and he watched as Bakugou jumped, startled, as he whirled around.
“Oh. Um,” Bakugou paused, and Todoroki tilted his head, watching as Bakugou visibly swallowed, his cheeks dusting a light pink. “Sit down there.” Bakugou pointed towards a chair facing a mirror surrounded by lights. “I’ll be over in a moment.”
Todoroki nodded, and and fought back a smirk as Bakugou let out a quiet gasp as Todoroki brushed past him, making sure that their shoulders bumped.
What the fuck was that? Bakugou was reeling. Todoroki seemed to be a completely different person after he’d come out of the changing room. Bakugou shook his head. Personal matters outside of work. This is work. Be professional, come on, Katsuki. He growled to himself.
Remember, it was Todoroki who liked you first. Bakugou nearly slapped himself, but shook his head, breaking himself out from his stupor and headed over to where Todoroki was sitting on the chair.
“Tilt your head back,” Bakugou said as he approached, his foot reaching for the lever on the chair to move it upwards. Todoroki watched Bakugou for a moment with dual colored eyes, never wavering, before he closed them. “I’m going to take your hat off,” Bakugou added, and Todoroki made a noncommittal noise in his throat as Bakugou removed both the hat and sunglasses. Bakugou was silent as he picked out a couple different colored creams and powders.
“You don’t have any allergic reactions to any kind of makeup?” Bakugou asked, as he set them down on the table before where Todoroki was sitting.
“Not that I know of,” Todoroki said, opening his eyes.
“Just to make sure, I’ll test these creams and powders on your arm. Hold it out,” Bakugou said, as he opened one of the tubes to put some of the cream on his fingers. Todoroki held his arm out, and Bakugou took his wrist, turning it so Todoroki’s forearm was exposed.
He smeared the first cream onto Todoroki’s arm, tilting his head as he saw that this cream would be bit too dark for Todoroki’s skin. This process repeated until Todoroki’s left forearm had five different creams and seven powders tested on it, as well as a couple streaks of eye liner pen.
When Todoroki showed no reaction, Bakugou took a cloth and wiped down Todoroki’s arm, trying to ignore the how firm it felt beneath his fingers. Wetting another cloth with makeup remover, Bakugou rid of the last bits from Todoroki's arm. Wetting a newer cloth, Bakugou handed it to Todoroki, telling him to wipe his face down so it was clean.
“Now close your eyes,” Bakugou ordered, putting the highlighter and bronzer cream he wanted to use on a small palette before taking out several different sized brushes. Todoroki closed his eyes, and Bakugou dabbed the brush into the first cream, making sure not to take too much as he tilted Todoroki’s chin up to apply it.
Todoroki’s face twitched slightly, a sign that the cream was cold, or that the brush tickled. Bakugou continued, the brush gliding over Todoroki’s cheekbones until he was satisfied, using a tiny bit of bronzer and highlighter powder before outlining Todoroki’s eyes with a very thin eyeliner pen.
“Open,” Bakugou said, moving back. Todoroki blinked open his eyes slowly, and Bakugou nodded, satisfied. “Right. Now head over and I’ll be there in a moment with the camera.” Todoroki got up from the chair, and paused, one hand stuffed in his low slung jeans.
“Do I need my hat and sunglasses?” He asked.
“Just take the hat.” Bakugou said.
“Mm,” Todoroki said, grabbing the hat and placing it back on his head. “Y’know, I never thought you’d be one to take up photography as a side job.” Todoroki said, looking over his shoulder as he stopped walking.
“I never took you to be someone to model part time,” Bakugou shot back, which only made Todoroki break out into a wide grin, one that made Bakugou’s heart ache.
“I guess you’re right.”
Bakugou was getting paid quite well, which had helped immensely in paying his college tuition the past two years. He was pretty sure that Todoroki didn’t need any extra money, as his father already owned the biggest company in the world, and money was pouring into his family name.
Bakugou found his camera, and slung the strap around his neck, walking over to tilt his head, hands on his hips, raking through the mental list he'd written up as he thought of a pose he wanted Todoroki to slip into first.
“You don’t mind me telling you poses to do, right? You've read the attachments?” Bakugou asked, arching an eyebrow, his eyes hard, brooking no argument. To his surprise, Todoroki shook his head.
“I’m fine, tell me what to do, and I did read the documents.” Todoroki shrugged.
“Right. Now, shift your stance and stand with your weight mostly on your left leg. Put the thumb of your right hand between your abdomen and the waistband of your pants.” Bakugou watched as Todoroki complied, without fuss. “Pull the waistband down just slightly, and raise your other arm over your head.”
“Wanna be able to check me out?” Todoroki teased, causing Bakugou to roll his eyes.
“Make sure your upper arm is almost parallel to your head, and rest your forearm behind your head.” Bakugou added, fiddling with the lights a couple times before lifting his camera up to start clicking away. “Shift your stance occasionally.”
Flash after flash, Todoroki shifted his stance just slightly, lifting one knee up slightly, keeping it bent, or pulling the waistband down even more.
“I want you to hold the hem of your shirt in your teeth, and then give me a defiant look. Arm above your head again.” Bakugou took a couple shots. “Jut your chin out a bit more. Harden your eyes a bit. Todoroki, I said defiant.”
Bakugou felt his breath catch in his throat as Todoroki’s facial expression changed into something darker, defiant, and definitely sexy.
“Now do something else with your face.”
“That just sounds weird,” Todoroki said, his voice muffled by the fabric of the shirt, but he gave Bakugou a sly look, before winking, and Bakugou nearly forgot to take a picture.
“Alright,” Bakugou said, standing up from his crouched position. Todoroki released the shirt from his mouth, lowering his arm, but keeping his other hand in the same position on his waistband. Bakugou tilted his head, looking at the piece of paper he had on the ground beside him with the list of poses he wanted to take shots of.
Todoroki hummed, hiking his shirt slightly up his abdomen, and hooking both thumbs in his waistband, tugging them down slightly, showing the hem of his boxers, jutting out one of his hips.
Bakugou, recognizing the stance as one of the ones he wanted from the paper, lifted his camera and took more shots, this time standing up, squatting down, and from different angles.
“Push your hips forward just a little more,” Bakugou said, nearly biting off his own tongue when he realized how weirdly sexual it sounded. Todoroki arched an eyebrow, but complied, and Bakugou felt his mouth go dry.
Work before pleasure, Bakugou reprimanded himself.
“Shirt down,” Bakugou added. “You need to look like you’re teasing. Make the viewers curious.” It seemed that Todoroki knew exactly what Bakugou wanted. He pulled his shirt down, but this time, hooked one thumb through one of the loops of his jeans, literally pulling one side down over his hips, the other side just above his other hip.
Todoroki had tucked his shirt in the front of his pants just slightly, and had undone the button. Pushing his hips forward like Bakugou had wanted him to do earlier, Todoroki now had a sultry and coy expression on his face.
It sent a jolt of heat down Bakugou’s body, but he bit his lower lip, trying to ignore it as he took shot after shot. The lights flashed around him, and Todoroki tilted his head occasionally, tilting his chin down, as if he knew what to do before Bakugou could speak.
There was no noise in the studio, besides the clicking of the camera, and the faint sound of Todoroki’s breathing. Bakugou stood, and raked a hand through his hair, clicking through the most recent pictures as Todoroki shifted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Holy fuck. Todoroki looked absolutely gorgeous in the photos, and even more gorgeous in real life.
“You can take a quick break,” Bakugou said. “You’ll need to change to the tank top for the next few stances. There’s a water bubbler over there,” Bakugou said, pointing back towards the changing room, before heading over to the make up table. He grabbed the eye liner, wanting to make Todoroki’s eyes pop out just a little bit more.
Todoroki sauntered back towards Bakugou about five minutes later, and after Bakugou instructed Todoroki where to stand, pulling a chair out for later use.
“Bend down,” Bakugou said, and as Todoroki did, Bakugou redid Todoroki’s eyeliner, making it slightly thicker than the last time. “Alright,” Bakugou said, retracting, and stepping back.
“So, what stance this time?” Todoroki asked. “Have we gotten to those ones yet?” Bakugou shook his head, willing himself not to flush.
“You’ve got a couple more poses to go first. Why? Eager?” Bakugou teased, arching an eyebrow. Todoroki shrugged.
“Maybe.” His eyes glimmered with a playful gleam, before he added, “who knows? Maybe I can convince you this time.” He licked his lower lip, and Bakugou felt his cheeks flush.
There’s no way… he wasn’t talking about high school, was he? The expression on Todoroki’s face confirmed his thoughts.
“Um,” Bakugou managed to stutter. “I-I don’t know about that.” Todoroki let out a chuckle, and leaned backwards, allowing Bakugou some space to breathe.
“Gee, Bakugou.” Todoroki smirked. “I thought you knew me well enough. You know it’s impossible for me to hold grudges.” Bakugou’s eyes flashed up to Todoroki’s face, as if searching in disbelief. There wasn’t any way that Todoroki could possibly not be mad at Bakguou.
The blond shook his head, raked a hand through his hair, and turned his back on Todoroki before walking away to put the eyeliner back on the table.
“This time, take your cap off.” Bakugou ordered, keeping his voice curt and cool. Todoroki arched an eyebrow, and did so nonetheless, even going as far as flexing his biceps. Bakugou wanted to smack himself in the forehead. Or Todoroki across the face. Maybe both. “Hands in your pockets. Push your pants down just slightly.”
Click! Click! Click!
“Unbutton the jeans, and undo the zipper just slightly. Cross your arms over your chest. Bring your arms in tighter to your body.”
Click! Click! Click!
“Flex with your thumbs hooked in your waistband. Pull your pants down just slightly. Kind of like snowboarders who literally have their pants down to their knees. Todoroki! Not literally! Jesus Christ!”
Click! Click! Click!
“Oh my God, what the fuck are you doing? Pull your pants up. Do up the zipper and button and push one hand in your pocket, and rake the other one through your hair.”
Todoroki gave Bakugou a shit-eating grin, before he did as was asked, flexing both of his arms in a way that almost made Bakugou swoon.
“Alright,” Bakugou said, taking in a shuddering breath. “Just two more, then you’re done. These ones require some closer shots.”
“Fine by me,” Todoroki shrugged.
“Take off your shirt,” Bakugou said. Todoroki arched an eyebrow at Bakugou, who shrugged. “You signed the contract, the contract said there would be a lack of clothing.” Todoroki was silent for a moment, before he reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head.
Bakugou lifted his camera and got a shot just as Todoroki shook his head after having stripped from his shirt, one arm still tangled up in the shirt as he raked his free hand through his hair.
Fucking hot as hell, Bakugou sighed internally.
“So? What’s next?” Todoroki asked, recapturing Bakugou’s attention.
“Ah, right.” Bakugou lifted his camera up again. “Hands on hips, forefingers hooked in your waistband.”
“Er, which one is that again?” Todoroki asked, and Bakugou looked up to see that Todoroki looked embarrassed.
“The first finger after your thumb,” Bakugou responded, amused. Todoroki nodded, hooking said fingers through his belt loops. He took a few shots, before shifting forwards, moving closer until he was about a foot away. “Look down at the ground,” Bakugou said, before taking a diagonal shot.
“Thumb hooked in belt loops, and another hand raked through your hair. Lean forwards slightly and look at me.” Bakugou backed up a couple steps, before crouching. “Tilt your chin up a bit. Look defiant. Give me a heated look.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Todoroki frowned.
“Don’t make me have to explain,” Bakugou complained, groaning as he saw Todoroki's completely clueless look. “I’m just gonna be blunt. Imagine you’re looking at someone you’re hella attracted to and want to smash.” Todoroki blinked, looking startled, before a small smile crossed his lips.
“Got it,” Todoroki said, his lips curling up into a smirk, his eyes darkening. Bakugou lifted his camera, and as he focused it from Todoroki’s abdomen and further up, he nearly dropped the camera.
It was as if Todoroki was looking right through the camera at Bakugou, and he had no defense against him. Todoroki’s dual colored eyes looked hungry, lustful, as if they wanted to swallow Bakugou whole. Todoroki’s tongue darted out and licked his lower lip, before drawing it into his mouth, releasing it slowly. Heat rushed through Bakugou’s veins, and he felt quite a bit of blood rush down south.
“Holy fuck, you’re hot.” Bakugou blurted out, feeling his cheeks flush immediately after. To his surprise, Todoroki’s face flushed as well, the tips of his ears turning red as the flush crawled down his neck.
He looks so endearing, Bakugou thought, almost wistfully. Clearing his throat, Bakugou stood and took a few more shots, some up close, and others full body shots. He knew that for the first few, Todoroki was probably still blushing. Bakugou let the camera hang from his neck with the strap, and grabbed the chair, bringing it over to Todoroki.
“Sit down so the back of the chair is to your chest. Hunch over it slightly, and rest your arms on the top of the chair. If possible, make your muscles bulge out. Straddle the chair, and rest your cheek on your arms.” Bakugou said, walking away so he could get a side shot. “Now look at me. Look curious, innocent. Basically the complete opposite of what the last shot was.”
Todoroki managed to round his eyes, which completely contrasted the way that he had his biceps bulging, and had his abdomen flexing.
“I want to try something,” Bakugou said. Todoroki sat up from the chair, casting him a curious look.
“Something off of the contract?” Todoroki asked, sounding dubious.
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Bakugou shrugged. “But I’ll suggest it after these last two poses.”
“Alright,” Todoroki said. Bakugou had Todoroki shift a couple more times, before he had him stand, taking the chair away.
“Crouch on the ground now, kind of like in a squatting position.” Bakugou said, watching as Todoroki hunkered down, watching as the fabric of the jeans stretch over muscle. “Look up at me,” Bakugou said, moving forward until he was only a couple inches away, Todoroki’s snapback in his hands. He handed it to Todoroki, and the latter put it on backwards, as if he was reading Bakugou’s mind. “This one will be quick,” Bakugou said.
“Then one more, right?” Bakugou nodded.
“Elbows on your thighs. Put one arm parallel to your chin, and rest the side of your head on your fist.” Todoroki did as he was told.
“Mm,” Todoroki made a soft noise in his throat, looking up at Bakugou with hazy eyes.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Bakugou grumbled, keeping his face behind the camera.
“No reason,” Todoroki said, shooting him a small smile.
“This one might be a bit awkward,” Bakugou said, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He was getting a bit tired, and could only imagine that Todoroki was as well, having been standing beneath the heat of the blinding lights.
“Oh, it’s the last one?” Todoroki asked. Bakugou nodded, before sighing almost heavily.
“Get rid of the hat and have one hand half raked through your hair. I want you to cover part of your face with your arm, but keep one eye visible to me. Unbutton your pants and unzip them, and push your hand down your front. If you’re comfortable with it, er, just cup your front, or curl your hand over the inside of your thigh.” Bakugou said, explaining the pose as quickly as he could without embarrassing himself.
The last pose was weirdly sensual, and definitely sexual. Bakugou looked up from where he was fixing the settings on his camera to find that Todoroki was watching him, one hand shoved down his pants, and the other one half raised, his dual colored eyes unwavering and piercing. Bakugou lifted his camera immediately and took the needed shots, as if trying to avoid meeting Todoroki’s stare for any longer.
“You wanted me to do one or two more?” Todoroki asked, stretching his arms above his head, making skin stretch over muscle.
“Only if you’re willing.” Bakugou said. “I can see if you can get paid extra for doing more poses-”
“It’s fine if it’s you.” Todoroki interrupted. Bakugou worried his lower lip, before nodding.
“The poses I thought of was of you crawling, with a predatory purpose, and one of you on your back, looking like you’re content with just lounging around all day.”
“Sounds fine with me.” Luckily, the first one was quick and easy, and as Todoroki lay down, Bakugou realized how difficult it was to capture the right shot.
“Er, I might have to stand over you.” Bakugou said, and Todoroki shrugged.
“That’s alright.” Bakugou stood over Todoroki, his ankles pressed against one of Todoroki’s thighs, as the other leg was pressed against Todoroki’s bent leg. The camera shutter clicked several times, and Bakugou nodded, satisfied with the images, and had just started to pull back when one of Todoroki’s hands curled around Bakugou’s calves, keeping him locked in place.
“What?” Bakugou asked, tilting his head and letting his camera hang around his neck. Todoroki only stayed silent, staring up at Bakugou. “Why do you keep staring at me?” Bakugou asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“I can’t help it.” Todoroki tilted his head, making his bangs flop to the side, before he raked his fingers through them. “You’re still as sexy as ever.” Bakugou nearly choked, a gurgling noise escaping him before he lifted the camera hurriedly, hiding behind it. He heard Todoroki laugh, and felt hands on his hips, gently forcing him to lower himself until he was basically straddling Todoroki’s legs.
“How?” Bakugou whispered, slowly lowering the camera. “How can you still act like this towards me after everything that I said to you back then?”
“Because I don’t hold grudges.” Todoroki said, sitting up and leaning forward to touch their noses together. “When it comes to you, I’ll do anything, you know that. It hasn’t changed since the day I met you.” Bakugou let out a whimper, and Todoroki chuckled, lifting his hands to cup Bakugou’s face, pulling him in, tilting his head to press his lips gently to Bakugou’s.
Bakugou’s hands fell away from his camera, trembling, and Todoroki slowly removed his hands from Bakugou’s face to grasp his wrists, bringing them up to place on his shoulders. Todoroki then placed one hand on Bakugou’s waist, the other sliding up the side of his neck.
Bakugou’s hands were still shaking, even as he gripped at Todoroki’s shoulders tightly, feeling Todoroki smile into the kiss.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” Todoroki asked, his voice low as their lips parted. Bakugou flushed.
“No,” He admitted. “But I don’t know how you can possibly be like this with me after everything that I’ve done, or the things that I’ve said to you.” Todoroki kissed Bakugou’s nose, before responding.
“Because when you love someone a lot, you end up forgiving them for everything that they’ve done.”