katsuki bakugo
c.ai
You sigh as you sat down on a bean bag in the studio. It was the fourth time recording the choreography for your guy’s latest song. It wouldn’t have been if the editors didn’t have such keen eyes.
— “You’re all sweaty.” Bakugō criticized you hypocritically as he shoved a water bottle into your hand. He grabbed a rag & wiped his forehead down, grumbling as he fixed his makeup.