BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

SeroRoki | Mr. Insta-Model

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CW: Heavily suggestive themes, (suggestive talk and kissing)
Minors, Do Not Interact

Suggested by; ishimondo-core
(I know that Curtis isn't fronting, but I won't take that as a reason to not post the ship he requested before it. Miss you, love you!)
~Enjoy~
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Throughout his childhood, Hanta has always been complimented for his looks...
In his one-digit years, his mother used to show off her son like the family's little model. The clothes were always expensive, his accessories were always of high-brands, and school materials were always bragging services.
In his tween years, Hanta was very attentive towards how he looked whenever in public. When he'd begun to grow out his hair, he and his mother bonded over hair health; Home remedies and therapy for healthier hair, quicker hair growth, shine boost, etc... To which snowballed down into skincare and smile care.

Throughout high school was when all of it was laid out in front of realization's sake.

"Cellophane; The Prettiest Male Hero!?"
"Most handsome pro-heroes" to which he'd ranked top five in.
"A peek into future pro-hero Cellophane's secrets; Natural beauty, or care?"

Pro-Hero Cellophane, now aged 25, has found out that his beauty definitely gives services.
Happily taken, Hanta lives with his boyfriend-- or partner, he isn't really sure-- of seven years in the heart of Musutafu. As a child he had never expected such a big future, and to this day it stuns him. His boyfriend is the country's fastest-growing millionaire and he not only is one of the top five pro-heroes of the country, he's also growing himself a bit of a modeling career.
Well, perhaps not a "bit", but a career much larger than he believed he would able to fish up.

"Shoto, babe?" Hanta began.

Dual-colored eyes lazily lift up from a bright laptop's screen. The man recognizes that giddy, shocked type of tone.

"Got a minute-? I-.. I know you don't like bein' distracted during work but--"
"What is it..." he sighed. "Was my door locked?"
"No, I-... I knocked-?"

"I must have not heard you... whatever. What," he waved the conversation off as his own mistake and his eyes fluttered in disinterest. He's speaking to his boss through a chat feature on their agency's digital office and the woman isn't on her best note today. Shoto ends up receiving a stress-filled afternoon, because of it.

"I, uh..." His smile enlarged.
"What is it. I'm busy if you couldn't t-"

"I hit a million followers on Insta."

Shoto's gaze fluctuated amongst him for a long moment, his marcid expression never experiencing any change. The longer it takes Shoto to say something, the more awkward Hanta ends up feeling. How Shoto's expression hadn't even changed chipped a bit at his heart's excitement.

He laid a hand on the door's frame and exhaled a weak chuckle as his eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry, that's... that's all," he muttered, "I thought it's pretty exciting,"
"Can I get back to work now?"

He gave another forced smile and tapped the doorframe quietly responding "yeah, I'm sorry," before slowly dragging himself out. The door is quietly tugged shut, and Hanta could have sworn he heard the other sigh.
Is he really exaggerating all this? He's never been one to focus on social media, let alone numbers, but this feels big for him! He really thought Shoto would have shared at least some bit of excitement... or emotion, in general.