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The Best In The Business- kiribaku

I don't own art above credits to the artist as usual. ( the picture has legit no relevance to the chapter but whatever b/c its hot)

-kiribaku
-model! Bakugou x kirishima
-not really smut just alot of sexual tension
-GAYYYYYY

Without further ado, here is the chapter:

Bakugou POV:

I wake up early to the sound of my alarm- by early I mean four in the morning, break-of-daylight early. I turn my alarm of then proceed to get up, wash my face very thoroughly and put on my running outfit.

As a model for the famous clothing chain 'Victoria's secret' I have to maintain a weight of under 90lbs and I find that running early and skipping breakfast does just the trick.

I look over at the water bottle on the table hesitant to grab it because I know that this early in the morning it wont help any. I leave it and grab a thin coat, running out of the apartment and locking the door behind me.

I start at my end of the block and focus on going to my usual destination (the neighboring city's beach) for a run. My runs on the beach don't usually last for more than an hour because it takes me thirty minutes to get there and, I have to be back by six thirty to get ready.

I sigh, this really is the only fun I get on a daily basis, the rest of my oh-so-precious 24 hours are either spent sleeping or trying to fit into some insane new lingerie that my boss wants to do a shoot of me in.

You see, though I'm not female (as most of the other models are) I have the female body, the small waist and wide hips- you know, the kind of hourglass figure that they want in a model.

Its not as if the job is particularly hard to do, its more like- a lot of work. I turn the corner and soon the smell of salt water fills my nostrils. I hum in pleasure and begin to jog on the sand.

I take a deep breath and take time to think about problems and thoughts I haven't sorted out while on the beach because this is the only place that I can really focus.

Then some weird feeling wells up inside of me- I feel like, today is going to be (at the very least) a decent day.

A smile forms on my face at the thought. 'A decent day huh?' I look out to the ocean and close my eyes in satisfaction as though its given me an answer only to open them again and look out ahead of me. 'We'll see.'

*time skip to when bakugou arrives at work*

I frantically enter the building, searching for the key to the front door. I curse myself under my breath and then bang on the door and wait for someone to open it.

After about ten minutes a red haired man opens the door. He looks down at me with a very confused expression.

"Do you work here?" He asks scratching the side of his head nervously. He must be new. I cross my arms and glare at him.

"Yes. I just couldn't find my key is all." He smiles at me and I ignore him and go sit in the lobby so I can wait to be called into my dressing room.

I shiver slightly thinking about the possibilities of all the horrible, tight, sheer outfits I could be put in for today's shoot.

I grab a magazine from one of the coffee tables and start reading. The magazine is absurdly boring but, its something to keep me occupied for a while.

I turn the page and a small 'hum' of happiness escapes my lips. Its me, im modeling in just a simple two- peice with stalkings on. The outfit is basic but my modeling is actually pretty good in this shot.

Just then I hear someone approaching me and I scramble to turn the page before whoever is walking over here sees it and thinks that Im self-absorbed. Thats probably one of the worst traits to have as a model. Maybe to yourself its fun but, not to others.

I keep turning the pages only to find an article so dumb that it's interesting. I start to read it attentively and the questionable information causes me to chuckle.

"Hey." I hear a familiar voice speak. I look up and see the red head with the long hair from earlier holding a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Hey." I respond nonchalantly, directing my attention back to the article. He makes a small (nearly inaudible) groan of displeasure.

"So, you said you worked here... are you an intern or something?" He asks trying to start small talk.

"No, Im a model actually." I respond with a bit of an aggravated tone. His eyes widen in response and he flashes me a dorky grin.

"That's cool, Im the new photographer, Ejiro Kirishima!" He says in a peppy tone. He offers his hand. I shake it in response.

"Katsuki Bakugou, model." I respond, desperate for this conversation to end. Its not like the red haired man wasnt cute or anything, he is just very... energetic and well, annoying.

"Wait! You're that Katsuki Bakugou!?" He says pointing to a large picture of me in lingerie for a shoot that we'd done a couple of months back.

"The one and only." I say with a small spark of pride because of how nice the picture turned out, and of course, the recognition of my name.

He smiles again.

"Wow, you really are good at this job!" He chirps.

"Yup, the best in the business." I respond, exasperated. The red haired guy is really annoying but I guess he's kind of fun to be around.

Maybe we'll get along.

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Im sorry ya'll, I know that chapter sucked ass. I just needed to get a chapter out this weekend.

Word count: 1012