Captions On (Kiribaku Fanfic)

~21~ Press and Magazines

Bakugou POV

As much as I absolutely love Kirishima, he is being so annoying right now. I need to get to a photo shoot in ten minutes and he WONT LET ME LEAVE! Everytime I try to get out of the house, he blocks the way, hugs me, and kisses my neck until I sit down on the couch and cuddle with him. He's even gone as far as to hold onto my leg to weigh it down so that I can't walk.

'Kirishima, I love you so much, but I need to leave right now!'

He doesn't even say anything he just shakes his head and digs his face deeper into my leg. He's acting like a koala bear and I'm just staring down at him with a disappointed look on my face. I'll admit, he's pretty fucking cute like this. However, saying that out loud will only make this situation worse.

"Kirishima I swear to FUCKING GOD if you don't get off of my leg RIGHT THIS INSTANT I WILL CANCEL TONIGHT'S DESSERT!"

He looks at me shocked and slowly backs off of my leg. He knows that I'm making something special for him today and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to miss out on that because he was being an annoying piece of shitty hair.

I quickly grab my keys, kiss him on the lips, and then run out before he can grab onto me once again.

I make it to the photo shoot in a matter of minutes and run in, not wanting to be late. A year ago... More like before I met Kirishima, I wouldn't have cared if they had to wait for me, but I swear he's made me a better man. God, that sounded so fucking cheesy.

The photo shoot goes well. I end up taking a series of photos for a clothing brand, which means that I have to change a lot but it turns out fine in the end. The pictures look great and I don't have to stay any longer than I need to. I'm in and out in an hour.

Before I can go home, I have to go to an interview. I make my way over, stopping to get some coffee first. It's a decent way across town so it takes me about half an hour to get there, but I make it on time with a few minutes to spare. I change into fancier clothes and then am called up for the interview. It starts off pretty simple with questions along the line of 'how are you?' and 'how is the modelling going?' or 'any new photo shoots we should look out for?'. Basic stuff really. That's what I expect the entire interview to be like, since that's what they usually do. However, it takes a sharp turn like 10 minutes in and they start asking me more personal questions. They're fine at first, like what's your skin care routine and how much do you work out in a week but they gradually get worse and worse. I tell the interviewer that I am getting uncomfortable with the questions they're asking me and that if they don't stop asking them, I will leave. They ignore me and continue anyway.

"How do you feel about the picture of you and Kirishima Eijiro that has been circulating the internet?" The interviewer asks. I sit there, dumbfounded. I didn't even know that there was a picture of us that wasn't on either of our phones!

"What the fuck? I have no clue what you're talking about."

He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture, clearly taken off of Instagram. It's of me and Kiri, sitting on a park bench, eating ice cream together. It would seem perfectly fine, just two friends hanging out, except for the fact that we're holding hands. I sit back in my chair and put an uninterested look on my face.

"It's nothing. We were sitting and his hand brushed mine. The photographer must have taken it right at that moment so it looks like we're holding hands."

"Ok, next question. What's your sexuality?"

I'm taken aback by that question. Has this person never learned fucking interview etiquette? There are some questions that you don't ask people because it's too personal for a formal setting, like this question. I decide that there's no point in hiding it any longer. I might as well come out.

"I'm pansexual, and this interview is over. The questions you are asking me are getting more personal than I signed up for so I'm leaving now. Thank you for having me."

I stand up and leave, grabbing my coat on the way out. I have the right to keep my personal information hidden if I want to, and this interviewer doesn't know what boundaries are. I tried telling them that they were at the 'no crossing line' but they didn't listen. I'm not sticking around to find out what else they wanted to get out of me.

I get back to my car and drive off. This is the last thing I needed to get done today so I drive to the store to get groceries and the ingredients needed for dinner and dessert. I get everything quickly and get home to Kirishima sitting on my couch.