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No matter what they did Dynamight’s PR team tried they just couldn’t get the explosive hero to sit through one photoshoot before getting angry and storming out, that is, until they scheduled Deku’s new clothing line photoshoot right after the blondes.
They didn’t think it would work in all honesty, but they were desperate. So, while Dynamight was walking onto the set and getting into his first pose, the greenette was talking animatedly with Katsuki’s designer about the newest GEMG Dynamight merch, and the blonde’s sneer melted away into a fond smile, giving his photographer the first good picture of the man, ever.
It was easy enough for the PR team to make that the permanent requirement for Deku and Dynamight.
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“Hey, Kacchan! You look amazing in those!” Izuku gushes, smiling brightly with hearts in his eyes as he gazes at the blonde in his newest swimsuit edition to his clothing collection. The tiny swim trucks accented his small waist perfectly and made the greenette’s mouth water just looking at that firm ass.
Katsuki flushes a deep pink as he stomps past the fawning greenette and waits for the photographer to tell him where he wants him, but Deku isn’t done with him yet.
“Did you ask if you get to keep those, Kacchan? You should, you look so pretty! Wait, no, don’t cause then other people will see you like this!”
“Dipshit, this is a photoshoot, everyone’s going to see me.” The blonde growls, face growing hotter in embarrassment; both from his duo being annoying and how much he enjoyed the moron’s possessiveness over him, something that seemed to be getting worse with every photoshoot.
“Oh no! Stop!” Izuku shouts, face going pale when he realizes Kacchan’s right. He bolts onto the set just as the photographer is about to take the first photo and pulls the blonde into his arms, shielding him from everyone’s view. “Not this outfit!”
“Sir, that’s not really-” The poor photographer says timidly, not wanting to upset the hero but he really just wants to get this over with.
“What the fuck, Deku!?” Katsuki barks, pushing the greenette away, or at least he tries to. “It’s just a fucking swimsuit!”
“But Kacchan, you look too sexy like this! What if other people start thinking they can take you from me?!” Izuku sobs, clinging tighter to the blonde who’s having an existential crisis.
The greenette and the photographer continue to go back and forth as Katsuki starts to seriously lose his cool. He’s always had a crush on the nerd, and ya, if this happened any other time he’d be thrilled, but not right in the middle of a goddamn photoshoot with dozens of people staring at them.
“Fuck!” The blonde roars before setting off a small explosion, forcing the clingy Deku off him. “If I wanna do this stupid photoshoot, then I will!” He barks before lunging at his hero partner, and unfortunate (not really) roommate.
“Eek! Kacchan!” Izuku shrieks, falling back as he’s tackled to the ground, and Kacchan already attacking him, shouting insults the entire time, everyone getting out of the way as the duo wrestle through the entire studio, knocking over anything in their path.
“If you don’t even have the fucking balls to ask me out on a fucking date, then you are sure as hell don’t get a fucking say in what I can or can’t wear!” Katsuki barks, pinning Deku to the floor, face flushed and panting from the intense exercise, straddling the greenette, and choosing to ignore the rock-hard cock nestled between his scantily clothed asscheeks.
“Is that what you want, Kacchan, what you really want?” Izuku asks, leaning up, no longer fighting against the blonde’s grip on his wrists, eyes wide, eager for an answer. A complete 180 in his entire expression from a moment ago.
Katsuki flinches back, realizing what he just said as his face instantly goes red hot all the way to the tips of his ears. He’s almost positive you could cook an egg on his face, type of hot. But now is not the time to have a meltdown from his stupid choice of words, so instead of making a run for it, he doubles down.
“So, what if it is, huh?! You’ve had years to ask, and you shot me down twice!” Katsuki scoffs, letting go of his duo and getting up, fixing his swim trunks over his half-chub he’d gotten from that monster cock rubbing against him.
“What!?” The greenette shouts, horrified with himself. He’s immediately scrambling to his feet, rushing after Kacchan, who’s walking back towards his dressing room. “You asked me out?! When?!” He asks, desperate, reaching out and snagging one of the blonde’s wrists, stopping him.
“What does it matter? I got the hint; you’re not interested in me like that. Doesn’t help you keep sending me mixed signals.” Katsuki says, defeated, mumbling the last bit, not looking at the teary eyed greenette.
“I didn’t even know Kacchan asked me out! I didn’t- If I’d known- I didn’t know you asked me out, I swear Kacchan I didn’t, if I had I’d said yes in a heartbeat. All I’ve ever wanted was to have Kacchan like that!” He sobs, pulling the blonde back into his chest, wrapping his scarred arms around a toned waist, never wanting to let go.
Katsuki still hasn’t looked at him, knowing if he does, he’ll crack and give into those emerald doe eyes like he always does, but this time is different. His heart can’t take another rejection.
“Just drop it, Izuku.” He whispers, swallowing his tears, hoping his tone doesn’t betray how hurt he is, but from the sad little whimper behind him, he knows it did.
“Oh, Kacchan, I’m so sorry. If I’d known… Kacchan…” Izuku says, quick to wipe away his tears before gently turning the blonde around to face him, his hands going down to slowly interlace their fingers together, hope blooming in his heart when his love doesn’t pull away from the affectionate touch. “Will you marry me?”
Scarlet eyes go bug eyed, unsure if he heard right, but judging from the gasps around the room he knows he did. His heart races, and his tears stop.
“Izuku…” he says, breathless, taking a half step closer, curling their arms up to rest against his chest. He knows what he’s about to do is crazy as fuck, and he really shouldn’t, but when has he ever done the sane thing when it comes to Deku. “Yes.”
The entire world falls away as Izuku dips Katsuki back, sealing their lips together in a passionate, inexperienced, kiss. Neither noticed the flashes of cameras going off to one side, or that a few interns were holding a backdrop behind them until a week later.
Izuku’s got his face propped up in his palms with his elbows resting on a tabletop at a local bakery, looking so much like a love-sick fool that you can practically see the hearts floating around him as Katsuki taste test wedding cakes, only to declare he’ll make his own.
It’s when they’re leaving, the greenette beaming beside his fiancé, their fingers intertwined, that they see the newest Wonder Duo billboard displaying their first kiss to the world with the blonde in his small Dynamight swim trunks and Izuku wearing his newest sports outfit, their hands literally all over each other.
The magazine issue sold out, as did the clothing line, and Dynamight and Deku never did another modeling gig again after Katsuki blew up the studio.
~THE END~