You were a model, and Katsuki was your main partner. You two hated each other, but the public thought you two looked great side-by-side, so you often found yourself doing shoots with him.

You were currently sitting on his lap, wearing an oversized lace shirt that could barely even be considered clothing. His hands were wrapped around your waist, and his chin was resting on your shoulder.

You wanted to leave, and if not for your contact, you probably would've already bolted out the door.