he walked into the common room, Mina and Ochaco staring at a magazine in their hands, whispering and pointing.

what’s up with them? he thought to himself, his feet automatically moving toward the girls, discreetly eyeing the magazine covers in their hand.

his eyes immediately widen though, his body stiffening as he sees the smile, the eyes, the whole cover.

“is that…?” he asked.

you were a good model, to say the least.