Todoroki One Shots

Models sacrifice

Requested by: FantaLikesFantaAlt

Summary:

After the big war between the heros and the League Of Villain, a lot of people still seem to have some doubts when it comes to their protection, and the ones who are supposed to provide it.

In order to change this, the heros put under the most pressure either tries to lie low or gain a positive feedback from the citizens, which leads a certain teen into the modul industri in order to wipe away the obvious doubts about him becoming a villain. But when even the industri he works for begins turning sceptical, who's to save him?

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"And~ second pose!"

The photographer called again, before a flashing light followed closely behind the voice. 

Just about two hours had passed by since his last break and to say he was exhausted was an understatement... nonetheless though, he still followed his photographers every demand and instantly folded both of his arms behind his back before bending slightly forwards.

He didn't like these poses... he didn't even know why he had to do them...

Most of them were to symbolise something sexual, which Shoto had absolutely no interest in, and the clothes he wore, all had some sort of gashes or rips to make them show more skin.... Shoto's never been one to wear revealing clothing...

Barely a year ago, when the big war against the villains finally ended, it had been obvious just how sceptical people had gotten towards him and his family. They all came up with assumptions and tried to prove that villainy was running in their blood by making them mad or anxious. So in order to relieve at least some of the pressure from Shoto, his father had signed him up for modelling- thinking it would take some of the weight off of Shoto's shoulders.

And it did, by giving him more breathing space from the negativity and instead replacing it with positive comments. 

The modelling in itself didn't seem so bad either, as he only had to show up once or twice a week after school hours. But as more time went by, it was like the people he were working with seemed to either gain some grudges towards him or just saw him as an easy target. 

They dressed him up more and more inappropriately, as he felt more comfortable around them, and soon after made him do poses that he never would've pictured himself doing in a million years. He hated it...

No matter how many times he disagreed or how many times he begged them to let him wear something different, they would just hold up his signed contract and remind him that he didn't have a way out... that he were stuck until they didn't find him interesting anymore...

So here he was, dressed in a crop-top like hoodie that only barely went past his chest, while covering his arms with long sleeves in which the fabric consisted of a lot of cut lines- leaving it in gashes that didn't hide anything on his body... they didn't even let him wear a shirt underneath...

On the lower part of his body, he were allowed a pair of shorts that only barely covered his underwear, while his toned legs were covered to the knees by high stockings.. this was nowhere near his style, yet they always made him wear clothing like this...

"Beautiful! Next pose!"

The photographer called again, as Shoto could feel his legs trembling from the none stop movement. He needed a break... 

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Pose after pose... he'd like to just be himself for once..

His legs were shaking and his knees were buggeling for every step he took.. maybe he shouldn't of declined his father's offer to drive him...