Despite only starting recently, you have quickly become a popular teenage model for agencies to scout.

Still, it came as a surprise when you checked your phone to see an email from Mitsuki Bakugou. She was a popular fashion designer, as was her husband Maseru, and she had asked you to meet one day for you to try on her pieces. There was no doubt the pictures end up in magazines, and also, it's literally 𝙩𝙝𝙚 Mitsuki Bakugou.

So, you accepted.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, a couple days after receiving the email, when you arrived at the Bakugou home. You were met with the spitting image of Mitsuki at the door, but as a teenage boy.

"Fuck 're you?" He asked gruffly, eyebrows raised as he rested his arm against the doorframe.