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The greenet indeed wanted to play, he wanted to play and reach nationals just one more time. He wanted to play with players who's skills are beyond his own. That was the only thing he wanted, and that was what he needed to tell his mother, the greenette invited her son to work once more afterschool saying she needed a model again, and that nobody else is free. Sometimes he really thinks that she's lying about that. But it was also a perfect opportunity to tell her and to ask for a favor. You see, while going to the office after being called to turn in his admission to club activities, he overhead that they were becoming low on budget and needed new things for the boys volleyball team, including a new sponsor since their way old sponsor found a new team... all the way in the States. Izuku knows they have great players there so of course, it makes a bit of sense. But if Inko agrees to let him play and to sponsor then... he'd be even more than happy. "Goodevening." The greenet greeted the woman at the front desk, and she turned with a smile, "mom is in her office or in the studio today?" He questioned.

"The studio, she already has the outfit ready in the dressing room. Oh and, there's... a news article about you and your family. I think you should read it and write a statement to the press once you-" She handed it over but didn't get to finish before Izuku read the headline out loud.

"No natural beauty running in the Midoriya Family, only Money and many Surgeons? The hell typa idiotic headline is this?! And they wrote a whole damned article about it? Come on, it's too early in our Japan career to have this kind of thing in the press. We might be worldwide but this is the only time that the press have done something so dumb." Izuku scowled deeply at the paper, and the woman sighed.

"I'm sorry for your troubles, Midoriya-kun. Oh and, your mother has brought a friend for you to model with, you'll be with her son." She explained as he begun his way down the hall towards the elevator with a wave, that's usually how he says thanks, overtime she begun to notice how awkward he is whenever someone were to say thank you to him, so he ends up not saying anything at all either. Not a thank you, not accepting thank you's, just give a low hum and going on with his day.

The greenet reached the fifth floor of the Midoriya.Co building. He read another thing in the paper, his dad won another Match apparently, and about how his Uncle retired and is now teaching as a coach at his old school. So mamy things happened in the past few weeks hadn't they. "Mom, hey." The greenet greeted as he opened the studio, the woman turned to look at the greenet, and beamed.

"Hope you had a good day at school honey, there's someone I want you to meet. She used to model for me back when I was just starting my business. And she's known you since you were just a baby before we hopped from place to place, meet Mitsuki-san." She told him, "her son is in your dressing room at the moment." Inko explained, the woman herself... looked oddly familiar but not. Bright red eyes and spiky blond hair, looked extremely young but if his mother knew her for a while, then they were about the same age... weren't they?

"Ah, it's amazing too see how well you've grown, Izuku. And don't worry about formalities, just call me Auntie, okay? My son is in your room, so you guys can go and meet. But we don't have a lot of time on this shoot so if you would get dressed quickly and let them get your makeup done." Mitsuki instructed and he blinked, nodding and making his way over to his mother, handing over the article which she took with a blank expression, already knowing it was something the press made up.

Izuku opened the door without a thought and was met with- a broad chest. A very familiar broad chest. Well. He could clearly see the muscle mass that is behind that turtleneck muscle shirt- "Bakugou." Izuku murmured, clearing his throat and looking up to meet the blond's eyes, "you really just can't seem to stay away from me longer than a couple hours huh? Whatcha got there?" The greenet question, because in Katsuki's—might he say, very large—hand was a crumbled- article. The latest. He scoffed before Katsuki could even reply, "lemme guess because you're a bastard you must believe that I have gotten many many plastic surgeries huh?" The greenet smirked, nodding towards the make up artist who sat quietly on her chair in the corner.