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Hundreds of flashes blinded the duo, fans and paparazzi alike screaming with all the power in their lungs to just get a glimpse from the two. Clicks from professional level cameras joined into the party of noise. The stars of the show, a beautiful couple prevalent and powerful, side by side they made it down the event's exit toward a van.
“Dynamight Hero!! Look here!!”
“C’mon you two, over here!”
“Oh my god!! They’re so hot!”
The blonde paused, his muscular arm curled gently around the model's waist. Both, in an almost choreographed manner, turned facing the crowd once more meeting an even louder roar. Squeals and screams from fans around somehow grew even louder. Y/N slowly raised her hand, waving at people around with a kind smile, the same one that could win anyone over. In a gentlemanly manner, the blonde man reached over to the car door, opening it, while extending a hand out to his companion.
“He’s sooo cute!! Be mine!!” Another fan screamed at the seemingly normal action.
With the help of the blonde Y/N stepped carefully into the van, her head turning over her shoulder to offer a cheeky wink. The blonde soon followed behind with one of their managers closing the car door behind.
It wasn't until energetic crowds buzz fell silent as they drove off that Y/N let herself relax into her seat, internally grateful the van had well tinted windows. Her eyes landed onto her lap, her dress sparkly meeting her eyes. Thanks to her stylist team she was given a fully embezzled Swarovski crystal dress, the intense reflection back from the dress was only worsened with the flashes from the paparazzi. Y/N rested her head against the window, her head pounding in a forming headache causing her eyes to slowly shut.
A scoff from beside her interrupted her thoughts, she glanced at the blonde. A mean scowl was back on his face.
Bakugo Katsuki.
A renowned hero ranked top 5 in Japan, part time co-business owner, and occasional big time donator for kids in need..
Oh and boyfriend of one of the biggest top models, Y/N.
“You two did great!” Yuito, originally one of Y/N’s agency managers who was now assigned as ‘couples’ managers assistant. Frankly Y/N felt bad for her going from one of the agency other models to now having to practically nanny them (mostly Bakugo). “Seriously, you guys really sold that-”
“ ‘Sold it,’ ” Bakugo scoffed, mocking the older woman. Y/N shared her own glare; only it was directed at the hero, not the sweet worker. She couldn't understand being so mad at Yuito for no real reason, she wasn't one of the people who made them do this hell she was much of a victim as them.
With a heavy sigh, Y/N flashed a heartfelt smile, “..Thank you..”
“Thank you?!” Bakugo turned to give her a disgusted look, “..spineless” he mumbled.
Y/N dug her nails into her palms, Don’t react.. She kept repeating. “When’s the next event..?’ She decided to keep the conversation moving, the longer they dwelled on the now it was more probable Bakugo was to get more snappy. Yuito flipped through her stack of papers searching for the company iPad. Y/N sympathized with her, Yuito had been working for the same agency for about 12 years starting as a basic front desk worker and slowly climbing up. Y/N had heard from worker gossip the reason the older woman was still working was because of her shitty son, gambling debts and terrible business investments now fell onto Yuito shoulders. Needless to say Y/N felt bad seeing someone put so much into their career only to now be the spicy blonde’s babysitter, so she decided to try her best to not be a nuisance.
“Oh yes! Here,” Y/N gave a quiet thank you as she grabbed the iPad from Yuito. As soon as her fingers grazed the iPad's cover another more firmer hand snatched the very same electronic devices. Y/N bit down her tongue, such an asshole.. She caught Yuito's glance, making an exaggerated eyeroll making both of them. Thankfully, among the stacks of paper, Yuito also had a paper copy.
Leaning back into the cushion seating of the car, Y/N looked over the paper copy of what would be the schedule of the ‘Japan's new it couple.’ “I can’t do this” Bakugo lazily flopped the ipad onto the middle console.
“You already signed the contract you can't exactly back out” Y/N didn't bother looking up from the paper, she couldn't let this stuck up spiky headed asshole to just step all over Yuito. She could sense his reddish predator like eyes latch onto her. From the corner of her eyes Y/N could see his jaw clench along with his fist.
“I’m not doing any of this because I have a mission, y'know a job? Because I’m a hero” He spoke condescendingly, the diss wasn’t missed by Y/N. Bakugo turned back to Yuito, “Drive us back the agency..” He grumbled.
“But we have to–”
Bakugo slammed his open fist on the side of the arm rest, his sudden burst causing everyone else in the car to jump. Along with heavy breathing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just get us there,” He snapped in a lower growl.
“Y-yes sir..” The driver spoke up. Even from the backseat Y/N could tell the young man was beyond scared shitless.
Poor kid..
Y/N couldn't believe how shitty a grown man could possibly be.
“What?” He snapped his head turning to her. She raised a brow, now he's crazy great.. “..Nevermind,” Bakugo gave her a glance over, not in an intimate way, not in a caring way– nope, just pure disgust. A level of disgust Y/N had grown accustomed to, he wasn't the first to look at her like that ever. Besides, she wasn't going to let him win. She’d seen his type around before, guys who think everyone is beneath them. The type of guy to walk with his head up in a cocky way. The type of guy who believes with every fiber in his being that he is the best and deserves nothing but that. Hell, maybe you really were better than him but in his eyes Bakugo was better.
It wasn't Y/N’s first time ever meeting someone like that, she was a model for christ sake, she was used to working with people with huge egos. Now, do they compare to Bakugo’s ego?
Bakugo must've felt her analytical eyes as he watched as she was deep in thought. Although her face was mostly stoic the furrows of her brows gave it away. He leaned back into his seat and decided to do his own analyzing.
Although she hated to admit it, there was one opinion of hers that had stayed the same since the first day she met him; Bakugo wasn't ugly. There was a reason for why so many brands wanted to work with him, eager to have his face to promote their products. Plus, he did have some very crazy fangirls.
“We–.. we’re uhmm here,” The driver spoke up timidly, afraid to face Bakugo’s wrath again. The car stopped in front of the infamous ‘Parallel Studio’ company building, renowned modeling agency now combining to work with Pro Hero agency, A. H. A. Bakugo swung the door, almost pushing the driver who had run around to open it for him. Y/N followed behind, giving an apologetic smile to both Yuito and the poor driver.
Slowly Y/N turned to face the building watching as the angry blonde stormed into said building.
God, kill me now…