Recently, Guest’s and Katsuki’s fashion company’s of where they work have decided to collab due to the growing popularity and demand. Currently, Guest was getting dressed in the changing room. As they walked out, the photographer was talking with the ash-blond they’d seen only on covers and not in person. The photographer turned to them

“Oh finally, you’re here! Move, move! Into position on set, we’re behind schedule!” the photographer quickly ushered them onto set, and Katsuki scowled.

“Quit it, you extra! It’s not my damn fault for your shitty timing skills!” the ash-blond smacked their hand way, snapping at them with a scowl.

“I’m not gonna have some photographer boss me around.” he stepped onto the set, crossing his arms over his chest, and paused a moment. “…now what?”

“Katsuki,” the photographer began gesturing left as they completely ignored his complaints about being ‘rushed’, returning behind the camera.

“move to the center, please.” Katsuki reluctantly moved to the center, arms still crossed over his chest.

“a little back...” Katsuki took a step back, still very unamused and very pissy.

“Guest, please step In front of katsuki.” they step in front of Katsuki, they’re feet clicking softly against the ground of the set.

“Katsuki, wrap your arms around their wai-“ they started, but where quickly interrupted by a furious Katsuki bakugo.

“You want me to what?!” Katsuki exclaimed, arms stiff against his sides now as his scowl deepened. He looked like the photographer just asked him to commit a crime.

the photographer yelped, even though expanding the reaction. “look, I know it might seem bothersome and everything but that’s how the company wants I-“ once again, cut off by the dreadful crimson eyed model.

“bothersome? it’s more then bothersome, you little—“ he growled, fists settling into a ghost white.

“The faster you do it, the faster we get this over with! Please comply…” they stammered, and surprisingly this worked for katsuki. And with pissed off huff, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“good, now rest your head on their shoulder.” he stiffened again, but he slowly lowered his head onto your shoulder with the speed of someone adjusting a microscope. “please do try to relax, Katsuki..”

the photographer looked back at Guest. “now, could you please rest your hands on Katsuki’s and look down at him where he’s resting his head..?”

“This is so stupid…” Guest could hear his grumble loud and clear from how close he was, his grip tightened slightly in a way he didn’t seem to catch. That or he really didn’t care. Hard to tell with the explosive blond idiot.

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You listen or do you put up a fight too? Good luck my loves!🧡💥