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katsuki owing his father a favor, and masaru cashing it in when one of his models bails last minute and he needs someone.
his son is handsome, a spitting image of his beautiful mother, with those angular, intense crimson eyes and baby soft golden skin. to put it short, a model.
his son is handsome, a spitting image of his beautiful mother, with those angular, intense crimson eyes and baby soft golden skin. to put it short, a model.
now katsuki’s got a pair of fitted black trousers on, some stranger’s thin fingers brushing his hair back, and a rosy tint staining his lips a deeper shade than their bubblegum pink.
masaru’s crying, fat tears and snit dribbling over his top lip as he looks at his sighing son.
masaru’s crying, fat tears and snit dribbling over his top lip as he looks at his sighing son.
all he ever wanted was katsuki to want to get involved with his line of work, to pick up his brand name when he retires, and here he is (albeit unwillingly).
“which shirt should we—“
“that’s a chick’s shirt.” scarlet eyes drifted to the sheer dark red blouse being held up.
“which shirt should we—“
“that’s a chick’s shirt.” scarlet eyes drifted to the sheer dark red blouse being held up.
“it’s not.”
“hmph...”
the sleeves are puffed, tulle causing it to bulge out more than he felt was necessary. red roses were embroidered into the translucent fabric, stems and thorns curled into the solid collar.
his arms are stretched out as he’s dressed like a doll of sorts.
“hmph...”
the sleeves are puffed, tulle causing it to bulge out more than he felt was necessary. red roses were embroidered into the translucent fabric, stems and thorns curled into the solid collar.
his arms are stretched out as he’s dressed like a doll of sorts.
surprisingly, what looked to be scratchy is actually quite soft as it slides against his skin, pleasant even.
katsuki’s bust is a little too big to fit what the model was wearing, and he’s only semi-embarrassed when the gaps between the buttons begin to pop open.
“unbutton it.”
katsuki’s bust is a little too big to fit what the model was wearing, and he’s only semi-embarrassed when the gaps between the buttons begin to pop open.
“unbutton it.”
his eyes widened as a woman began to undo it, revealing the muscle of his chest and the dip between his collarbones at the bade of his neck.
“you’re so handsome...” she smiled, picking their stray hairs from his face and running a wet thumb underneath his eye for something.
“you’re so handsome...” she smiled, picking their stray hairs from his face and running a wet thumb underneath his eye for something.
“let’s just get this over with.”
he’s posed on a tall, dark stool in front of a dark backdrop, no shoes or jacket but a few belt chains hanging over his left hip. silver rings covering his fingers to contrast with the dark of his clothes.
“look at me.”
“relax your shoulders.”
he’s posed on a tall, dark stool in front of a dark backdrop, no shoes or jacket but a few belt chains hanging over his left hip. silver rings covering his fingers to contrast with the dark of his clothes.
“look at me.”
“relax your shoulders.”
“elbow in just a bit.”
“take this rose and hold it to your nose. look down.”
“now look over here. up. up. up. head down but eyes up.”
“his hair—who was on hair? it’s hanging in front of his face!”
“no, wait, i like it. leave it. it makes it a little more... natural.”
“take this rose and hold it to your nose. look down.”
“now look over here. up. up. up. head down but eyes up.”
“his hair—who was on hair? it’s hanging in front of his face!”
“no, wait, i like it. leave it. it makes it a little more... natural.”
he’s posed, hands opening his legs and fingers tilting his jaw just the way they want. light and reflections from behind the scenes props casting over his skin to catch his jewelry.
a black blazer is handed to him after with a burgundy handkerchief folded in the pocket.
a black blazer is handed to him after with a burgundy handkerchief folded in the pocket.
it’s tossed over his shoulder as he looked up into a camera, lips pulled taut and eyebrows relaxes as shutters go off.
then he’s putting it on and tilting his head to the side, locks of blond hair falling in his face as he stares at another camera.
‘sultry’ is what they said.
then he’s putting it on and tilting his head to the side, locks of blond hair falling in his face as he stares at another camera.
‘sultry’ is what they said.
katsuki’s never particularly cared about his appearance or felt like someone who was attractive enough to sell his looks, but he’s getting second ideas when this shoot closes and he’s being shown his own photos, the rose between his lips.
shit.
he’s kind of sexy, actually.
shit.
he’s kind of sexy, actually.
the next day, right after school, he’s headed back to the studio for another round of photoshoots, and he’s put in an outfit that’s similar but not quite the same.
his shirt is a solid emerald color that shines with the light. there’s no nipples this time, but there are heels.
his shirt is a solid emerald color that shines with the light. there’s no nipples this time, but there are heels.
three inches tall and chunky on the sole of his leather ankle boot, and it feels strange when walking around the studio with them.
masaru’s not there to oversee today, and it makes him nervous. irritated.
katsuki was doing this for his fashion line and he’s not even here.
masaru’s not there to oversee today, and it makes him nervous. irritated.
katsuki was doing this for his fashion line and he’s not even here.
he’s posed on a couch, legs crossed and gold rimmed glasses resting on his nose to match the golden zipper dangling on his boots. then with another woman wearing a matching emerald dress and gold jewelry.
“arms around his neck.”
“look this way.”
“little bit closer together.”
“arms around his neck.”
“look this way.”
“little bit closer together.”
they run through three more outfits, all pretty similar in style and each with someone else to pose with. two women and another man.
it’s surprisingly comfortable to stand by him with a glass of juice designed to look like liquor and to push their backs and pinkies together.
it’s surprisingly comfortable to stand by him with a glass of juice designed to look like liquor and to push their backs and pinkies together.
when all is said and done, he’s back into his school uniform, almost missing the confidence that dressing up gave him.
four more days of photoshoots pass, each more and more complicated with more and more props and lighting shifts than the last. other models beside him.
four more days of photoshoots pass, each more and more complicated with more and more props and lighting shifts than the last. other models beside him.
masaru’s sobbing again when he gets the photos, glasses foggy as he holds him close and thanks him for being ‘such a good sport’ about doing this for him.
“i know your third year is so stressful, to do this for your old man... i love you, katsuki.”
“gross...” he grumbled.
“i know your third year is so stressful, to do this for your old man... i love you, katsuki.”
“gross...” he grumbled.
mitsuki’s teasing him, telling him up drop out of u.a and pursue modeling, a profession where he shuts up and listens. not that it’s meant to hurt.
when the magazines drop a few months later, he’s staring at himself on the cover with two others, all of them dressed similarly.
when the magazines drop a few months later, he’s staring at himself on the cover with two others, all of them dressed similarly.
he bought it, took it to his dorm, and flipped through the pages with a smile, admiring himself and how natural each page looked.
of course, when his friends find online articles and the physical copy of his... extracurricular activity, they don’t let him live it down.
of course, when his friends find online articles and the physical copy of his... extracurricular activity, they don’t let him live it down.
it’s almost embarrassing, but he doesn’t care because he liked it, and being a hero means paparazzi. it means magazines, interviews, product endorsements, and television appearances so this was inevitable.
maybe his classmates look at him differently too. longer. harder.
maybe his classmates look at him differently too. longer. harder.
and it only continues when masaru asks if he’d like to do another for a more casual line.
of course he agrees, says that now his dad owes him when he becomes a hero and needs to get his alias out there.
“anything to get you into the family business, son. now c’mon.”
of course he agrees, says that now his dad owes him when he becomes a hero and needs to get his alias out there.
“anything to get you into the family business, son. now c’mon.”
that’s how his side career of modeling and discussing current fashion trends with his father started, and why he’s walking red carpets in heels and going to hero gala’s in custom clothes that he and masaru worked on.
people say it’s superficial. it’s embarrassing.
people say it’s superficial. it’s embarrassing.
but he’s never felt more powerful as someone who can kick ass in five seconds and turn out to smile for a camera.
“it’s called duality, and not everyone can do it,,” is all he says. “but check out the new dynamight line from katsuki and masaru bakugou. it’ll blow you away.”
“it’s called duality, and not everyone can do it,,” is all he says. “but check out the new dynamight line from katsuki and masaru bakugou. it’ll blow you away.”
