Izuku spent his breaks completing homework and taking notes from his textbooks, which he kept as pdf documents on his phone. But within a matter of minutes, he was distracted. By the ash-blonde hot rod who worked next door.

The lollipop in his mouth almost fell out completely as desire took hold of him. Hot Topic's store manager was assisting a customer. Izuku watched as he strode across the store with purpose and grabbed a long metal hook. Then he walked back across to a row of hung-up T-shirts, too high for the customer to reach. Bakugo held up his arms as he grabbed with the hook for one of the shirts.

Izuku shuddered as his gaze fell on the rippling muscles of Bakugo's arms. How they tightened and moved as he worked. The hem of his shirt rode up, revealing part of his ab muscles. Izuku let out a soft groan as he imagined how it would feel to run his tongue over the curves of Bakugo's abs. Then his jeans fell down Bakugo's hips to show the delicious outline of a V.

Izuku whined, shifting uncomfortably when the sight made him hard. For the millionth time, he fantasized about tearing off those ripped acid-wash jeans to feast on what lied underneath. He didn't realize he'd been sucking his lollipop harder than before until it almost went down his throat. He coughed and hit his sternum. The bare stick fell into his lap. He flushed. Dammit.

"With all the moaning you're doing over there, you must be overheating or something."

Izuku jumped at the sound of Aoyama's voice. Pastry chef and supervisor of Cinnabon. He'd been studying the culinary arts in Paris but his family felt spending time abroad would round him out and help him get over his sensitive constitution, hence his summer residence in the United States.

"If you're going to do that, step inside the walk-in. That's what it's for."

Izuku wiped his mouth, where a line of drool started to drip down his chin. "S-sorry, Aoyama I um - "

" - I know, mon ami," he sighed. "If you like him so much why don't you just talk to him?"

Izuku gazed longingly in Bakugo's direction, resting his chin on his hand. "Whenever I see him he's running around the store, yelling at people. He always looks so busy. You can tell he's really into his job."

Aoyama restocked the cinnamon rolls and sprayed the display case with glass cleaner. "Speaking of which...I want to thank you, Izuku."

Izuku closed his notebook and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. "What do you mean?"

Aoyama smiled warmly. "The past few weeks you've been a great employee, as well as a good friend. You've helped me adjust to life here and I appreciate all your help running things."

Izuku smiled back. "Of course, Aoyama! I'm happy to help."

Aoyama's smile turned sad. "You work very hard and take pride in what you do. That's why I'm telling you this."

Izuku slid across the counter to stand next to Aoyama. "Telling me what?"

Aoyama quickly looked around, peering around the corner before whispering under his breath. "In a few weeks, Cinnabon will be undergoing renovations."

Izuku shrugged. "Oh. Okay."

"We're not supposed to know. I happened to overhear a few construction workers talking about it in the parking lot before I walked into work."

"Why aren't we supposed to know?"

Aoyama whispered again. "Think about it. How are we going to work here if our area is under construction?"

Izuku gasped as he realized. "Are they gonna fire us?!"

"SHHH!" Aoyama hushed harshly. "No, I don't think so. I'm sure we'll be able to come back after they've finished construction. But who knows when that will be? It could be weeks, or even months before Cinnabon is ready for business again."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Izuku whispered worriedly.

Aoyama dejectedly bowed his head. "I've informed my parents of the situation. They've agreed to let me return home. My summer stay in America will come to an end next week."

Izuku frowned. "Oh." He really liked Aoyama. He'd brought fancy cheeses and treats from France that he shared often. Aoyama helped him with his french, while Izuku did the same for his English. They'd become very close. Due to Izuku's quiet and shy demeanor, he had difficulty making friends, so the news hit him hard.

"Don't worry, mon ami. We'll keep in touch. But more importantly, now that you know the truth, you can plan accordingly."

Izuku shivered. I don't like where this is going. "Plan?"

"Yes. We have two weeks to find you another job."

Izuku swallowed, crossing his arms over himself. He'd been working at Cinnabon for three years. He'd never considered working anywhere else. He loved everything about it. The aroma of cinnamon in the morning. The comforting warmth of the ovens when he took out cinnamon rolls. How happy and kind his customers were. There were some he'd been giving cinnamon rolls to since he was sixteen. But now he had no choice.

"You're in luck. School hasn't gotten out yet. Not for another few weeks. There are still dozens of spots open around here. But once the colleges and high schools are out for summer…"

Izuku's heart constricted with panic. Of course. There will be hundreds of high schoolers looking for summer jobs.

"The sooner you act, the better."

~.~

For the next few days, Izuku spent all of his breaks picking up applications and inquiring about employment. He asked Yaoyarozu at Zales.

"What do you know about diamonds?"

Izuku paled. "Um…"

That turned out to be the shortest conversation he'd ever had in his life. Next, he tried Forever 21.

"Sorry, Izuku. A local sorority decided to do their summer rush here. I already have dozens of applications to look through," Uraraka told him.

"That's okay," Izuku replied, trying to sound chipper. "Thank you anyway."

He'd been walking towards Spencer's next when a manicured hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him into space with a shiny black floor and pink walls. His eyes were assaulted with more lingerie than he'd ever seen. He practically suffocated on the overwhelming amount of sugary sweet perfumes that permeated the air.

"You lookin' for a job, darling?" A dark-haired woman in her early thirties asked, licking her lips.

~.~

"You're kidding, right?" A carrot-orange redhead asked with her hands on her hips. "He's a boy."

"So?" The woman who went by Midnight asked. "He's even prettier than you, Kendo. Put him stockings and garters, and no one will know the difference."

Izuku's face matched the walls and half the clothes in Victoria's Secret.

"I agree, Midnight. He's really cute!" A girl with voluminous pink hair agreed. "Do you know your cup size?"

Izuku blinked, dumbfounded. "Um...small...maybe?"

Midnight laughed. "Don't worry, we'll get you up to speed, dear. Mina, go help him get dressed."

"F-for w-what?!" Izuku squeaked.

"Our swimsuit issue, of course."

"What about his tattoos?" Kendo asked.

Mina rolled her eyes. "That's what makeup is for."

Midnight shook her head. "We can just crop them out later."

Izuku flushed. "Look, I...you guys...er, girls are...um...really nice, but I - "

" - For doing the shoot you get a thousand dollars upfront and royalties for every magazine we sell," Midnight promised.

"And exclusive coupons for every ten views the digital one gets!" Mina chirped.

Izuku froze. All three girls waited on his decision. His voice was smaller than he felt. "What...kind of swimsuits?"

~.~

"Chin up, honey!" Midnight called as the camera flashed.

The theme for this shoot was summer pride, a special issue for pride month, which was only a few weeks away. Mina wore a vibrant floral print bikini that contrasted strikingly with her bright hair and dark skin. Kendo wore a navy blue one with teal accents that brought out her eyes and complimented her ginger hair.

They placed Izuku in the middle, hanging upside off of a lawn chair. His bikini's ombre rainbow design brought out his emerald green eyes. The photographer explained it was a bonus to have him in the shoot. Not only was he a guy, but his Japanese heritage shined through, providing diversity as well.

"You're stunning, Izuku!" Midnight squealed.

Kendo smirked down at him from her pose. "Not too shabby."

"You really are beautiful," Mina complimented. "Don't stress, you're killing it!"

This isn't so bad, he thought. In fact, he realized he was having a lot of fun. They did a couple of different photos. Lying on their stomachs in a pile of sand, leaning their faces on their hands as they balanced on their elbows. A sensual one with all of them kneeling together in the sand side by side, and an aerial shot was taken from above, capturing their smiles as they lied next to each other on towels.

After an hour of posing he only had one photo left to do.

They were doing the individual shots now. Kendo's pose had been propping herself up on her arms, with one leg bent, one leg straight out, and her head turned to the right to look into the camera with her chin tilted down. Mina's was a sassy stance with one hand on her hip and another reaching behind her neck.

Last but not least, Izuku's pose had him on his knees with one hand on the ground between his thighs and the other in his hair, partially blocking part of his face with his forearm.

Midnight hmmed and pursed her mouth, pacing. "Take five," she declared. She strutted over in her four-inch heels and kneeled down in front of him.

"Is something wrong?" Izuku asked.

Midnight sighed. "You look like a million bucks but your expression...I'm still getting angel face."

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You look too innocent," Midnight clarified. "The other photos were sensual and cute, which you did wonderfully but now I need more...spice."

Izuku flushed. "How...how do I - "

" - You need to look at the camera like you're trying to seduce it."

His eyes widened.

"Are you a virgin?" Midnight asked.

Izuku shyly nodded.

"Hmmm." She bit her lip in thought before brightening and shooting him a grin. "Who do you think is hot?"

Without even thinking, a pair of red eyes and rippling, tattooed biceps flashed through his thoughts.

Midnight giggled. "I see you have someone in mind. Good." Midnight grabbed the camera herself and kneeled, aiming it in front of him. "Pretend that person is right here," she whispered. "Right in front of you. They might not know who you are. Maybe they don't even know you exist. But they will now. Because you'll make them see you."

Izuku shuddered, his eyelids falling slightly on their own.

"Yes," Midnight encouraged. "They notice you now. They want you. But you're angry. For too long, they ignored you. How long have you waited for them to look at you the way you look at them?"

Izuku's jaw tightened. That bastard.

"Yes! So you'll make them suffer by wanting you. With one look, convey your fury. Your desire. Promise them the taste of your lips and then pull it away, just out of their reach. This is the price they pay for taking you for granted!"

Izuku glared at the camera, his heart racing. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Just you wait, Bakugo. You'll notice me. I'll make you.

Midnight snapped the camera and squealed. "YES! WE GOT THE SHOT! You were brilliant, darling! Well done. That's a wrap!"

Izuku relaxed his body, lying down on the towel. He'd been trying to catch his breath when Kendo stood over him with a warm smile.

"You were great, Kendo," he said, smiling back.

"Thanks. You too." She threw a towel at him so he could cover himself. As she walked away, she muttered something over her shoulder, so only Izuku could hear. "Whoever he is...he's an idiot."