ꜰᴀᴍᴇ, ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴ, & ʟᴏᴠᴇ | ᴋ.ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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"What the fuck?" Bakugou scrunched his nose, sneering at what he was told.

"It's horrible, boss! They've literally all quit! What do we do?!" Mineta shrieked, biting his nails. Bakugou placed a curled finger under his lip, thinking the situation over.

About every single model except for 2 or 3 had quit for Togata Designs. Bakugou tapped his foot against the floor, snapping his fingers and ordering Mineta to see why this new company gained so much fame. The designs Mineta pulled up were fabulous and chic.









Bakugou grumbled at the sight. The outfits each seemed stunning in their own way, and Bakugou's company was like a lesser version of them. It was clear why the models had left, mostly to avoid public backlash for being the minority of the fashion community. Hopefully, no one would notice the models leaving, at least not until they got new ones.

"What are we gonna do?!" Mineta gasped, scrolling through more of the outfits in panic. "Don't mention this to anyone else, and if someone else finds out, keep them calm." Bakugou answered, swiftly dialing a number in the phone on his desk and shooing out his employee.

"Kacch- Bakugou?" A voice answered and corrected itself, remembering which phone had dialed him. "Midoriya, we've got a problem. How fast can you get here?" Bakugou replied.

"Give me 20 minutes."

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"Sheesh... This doesn't look good.." Midoriya muttered, scratching the back of his head after Bakugou's explanation.

"I don't know what the hell to do." The man was pacing back and forth in the room, rubbing his temples with one hand and the other on his hip. Sweat had formed slightly on his forehead, a small bead dripping down, slightly soaking his sideburns.

"I don't have any ideas. What do I do?!" He whipped his head suddenly to Midoriya, his expression worried. Midoriya paused and thought for a moment, his expression lifting like a light bulb went off over his head.

"I've got an idea, as long as you're on board." He smiled. "If it'll help, I think I'll do anything." Bakugou wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Well, our companies could have a collaboration. The movie I'm making? You could make the outfits for it. Not only that, but you could make outfits themed for my comics too." Midoriya went on, showing how Togata Designs had a line of dresses for an adult film, that were each subtly seductive and beautiful.

"How would we do that? Sure we can make the dresses, but we have no models." Bakugou inquired, seemingly positive responding and motivated for his idea.

"That's the part I'm worried you won't like..." Midoriya mumbled, scratching the back of his head "...we could.. contact N/n.."

The room went silent.

"I already tried. She didn't pick up." Bakugou swiftly replied, standing up straight. "I can get to her, I saw her just yesterday about the movie."

(For context, this is a skip 2 weeks from the previous chapter)

Bakugou furrowed his brows, clearly offended that she could come entirely in contact with Midoriya but not answer his call. It'd make sense she saw him because of the movie, but it was still rude she never replied.