As you can see from the title, this chapter is going to take place in France. So I know LGBT is very common there. I just wanna give you the heads up that while reading my ff please note that I make the situation freely as I want. In this case, I make it so that the people in France don't really support same-sex relationship, so don't get weirded out if it's not in accordance to its real life circumstances.
AND I'M SORRY IF THE FRENCH ARE SO F-ING MESSY.
Enjoy reading.
Bakugo felt like he wouldn't find the thing he was looking for here in Japan.
Bakugo was a photographer since he was 19. It had been 7 years, and he's still doing it, because he loved the job and the pay was great.
The photographs he took were really beautiful; people always said that to him. He was proud and that's what made him keep going. Still, he felt something was missing. He felt like he had to go somewhere to find that something he had wanted all this time.
France. His gut feeling told him to come there.
The city of light, Paris. What a nice place to be.
Bakugo leaned forward to the balcony of a five star hotel room he just checked in. He planned to stay here for at least a month. Actually, he didn't plan to leave until he found what he searched for.
Bakugo couldn't speak any French, and he wondered how he will interact with any of the people here.
Well, walking around was nice. It's the perfect time to photograph.
He got out of the hotel and took a stroll in the beautiful city of Paris. With the sunset and everything it was a very ideal view to take shots of. Bakugo didn't waste time and took pictures.
As he continued walking the streets, he noticed that a lot of people were gathering around. He looked over, and with the lighting and camera and everything he supposed it was a photo shoot. He didn't know why but he was curious. He walked towards the group of people, maintaining a fair distance from the crowd since he didn't want to get pushed around.
"Ouvre ta bouche un peu, Shoto. Mets ton doigt sur tes lèvres, et faire une expression érotique." Bakugo heard a man speaking in French which sound gibberish to his ears, and all of the sudden the entire girls present was just squealing madly, hurting Bakugo's ears.
He wanted to see who the model was but all of this fucking tall people were in the way. He shoved them, making his way through the most front lines of the crowds.
Then he saw the model, and he couldn't take his eyes off him for even a second. The model was beautiful, sexy, and confident. He had this odd red and white locks and also heterochromatic eyes of blue and brown. Bakugo's eyes were locked into this beautiful being, jaw dropped at how dazzling the model looked. The red-white head waved at the crowds, which were mostly girls and they cheered in return. Bakugo just kept staring at him until they made an eye contact. The model smiled at him, but Bakugo averted his gaze and didn't return the favor since his pride didn't let him to.
The girls were gathering around the model, asking for photographs and pictures together. Maybe it's time for him to go...? He wanted to meet the guy but it's not like he could when the girls were all fawning over the model. He started to walk away but he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder from behind. "Excusez-moi."
He looked back and saw the beautiful model stopping him. "Quel est votre nom?" What? Ah, he almost forgot he was in France.
"Quel est votre nom?" He repeated the same question, and Bakugo could only give him a confused lookEst-ce que tu parles français" Bakugo cursed himself for not learning any French before coming here.
"Huh. I'm sorry, I don't understand you." He said cautiously while speaking in Japanese.
"You're Japanese? How fortunate." He smiled. "Would you mind waiting for a bit? I kind of want to talk to you." How lucky Bakugo was that somehow he caught the attention of the model that he caught interest in.
"Okay. I wanted to talk to you too actually." The blonde replied casually, earning killing glares from the model's fans. "You should really go back though." The model nodded. "Ah, I was asking your name earlier. What's your name?"
"Katsuki Bakugo."
"Katsuki. Un beau nom." He said, smiling. Bakugo didn't have a clue to what the model was saying so he just shrugged it off. The model turned his back and walked to his fans.
"Hey." A man, possibly the model came to him with a light disguise, wearing a black wig and a snapback.
"You're done?" The model nodded and took a seat beside him.
"What did you want to talk about though?" The blonde asked which earned a chuckle from the model. "Nothing much, really. I just had the feeling to come up to you. What about you?" The blonde blinked a few times before replying, "Me too." They laughed.
"Never thought you're a Japanese with that face and that fluent French, model-kun."
"Yes, I was born on Japan and I came to live here for 15 years or so. Oh, do you not know my name, Katsuki?"
"Nope. First time seeing you. And not to be rude, but why're you calling me by my first name?"
"Oh sorry, we usually call our first name here. Do you hate it?"
"Never mind, call me by my name. What's your name, Mr. Model?"
"Shoto. Shoto Todoroki. It's nice to meet you, Katsuki." He offered his hand. Bakugo took it and shook their hands together. "Nice meeting you too."
"You're so fucking random, calling out to a stranger like that! And you're a model too." Bakugo laughed after munching a bite of pizza.
"You know what? I never saw a person staring at me like I was an angel. You looked so funny. I only had the urge to call out to you."
"W-who the fuck was staring at you. Your eyes were playing tricks on you, you dipshit." Bakugo stuttered and the model only laughed in return.
They were having a dinner at an American Restaurant, and while speaking Bakugo still couldn't keep the curses words to himself. Thankfully the model didn't seem to mind his foul vocabulary.
"So tell me, what's your job? Why did you come to France?"
"I'm a photographer. I'm looking for something here actually."
"Something like what?"
"Not sure, but I know if I ever found it I'll be able to snap my greatest masterpiece." The blonde huffed while smiling proudly. He continued, "I think something might also happen beyond that... but it's just a hunch."
"What you're looking for... are you possibly searching for..."
The blonde listened to his words intently.
"A lover?"
"A LOVER?! What are you, fucking nuts? How in the world did I end up in France just to find a fucking girlfriend, you idiot!"
Todoroki blinked a few times before replying, "Well... It's just a guess. I think a photograph can be really beautiful if someone captures the shots of the one they loved."
"Well you're not wrong in that. But I'm not here for a fucking love story dammit."
"But girlfriend you said? Not to be rude Katsuki, but are you actually straight?" Todoroki looked genuinely curious and Bakugo didn't know why but it annoyed him a bit.
"WHAT DOES MY SEXUALITY MATTERS TO YOU, MR. MODEL?" Bakugo abruptly rise from his seat, earning stares from other customers.
"Ahahaha you're so funny. Sit down, Katsuki." Todoroki muffled his laugh with his hand.
"Hmph." Bakugo growled but got back to his seat.
"So why didn't you learn any French. You didn't even know 'what is your name' in French." Todoroki sighed.
"S-shut up! I'm only here to photograph. Learning French is a goddamn pain in the ass."
"You'll have difficulties speaking with people in general. Want me to teach you?"
"How?"
"Do you have plans this weekend? What if we go somewhere. I'll tell you some words along the way." Bakugo was actually pleased with the offer, since he's not familiar with France and this was a good chance of getting know the model.
"Hell yeah let's go! I need someone to take me around Paris!"
"Okay. Let's exchange numbers then."
The following days, Todoroki and Bakugo got closer as they texted each other. Even though the half-and-half's jokes weren't funny at most, Bakugo thought texting with him wasn't stale at all. In fact, it was fun and dynamic. He was glad that they got to meet each other.
Bakugo looked around for Todoroki at their meeting point. He said he was already here but where the hell was him? There wasn't anyone resembling him...
"Katsuki." A voice called his name from behind. Bakugo jolted. "WHOA! You fucking scared me."
He stared at 'Todoroki' and no wonder he couldn't tell it was him, since this time the model wore a blonde wig, a snapback, a thin sunglasses and a mask.
"Just go with a normal person's outfit, dammit!"
"That can't do, girls would swarm around if they knew I was Shoto Todoroki. It would be a pain."
"At least took off your mask and your shades! I want to see your face."
"Ah, alright." He took them off, showing a pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes and moist, slightly red lips. Again, he could not take off his eyes from the model.
"Let's go. Hm, why are you staring at me?" He said as their eyes met.
"I-i was not! You're so fucking full of yourself." He turned his back and started walking. Todoroki just huffed and led him to the city of Paris.
They went to the Aquarium at morning and to the amusement park until evening. Todoroki was really nice, fun, and easy to talk to. Bakugo thought today was really an entertaining day for him.
"Shoto, merci."
"For what? In French."
"For... huh..." Bakugo said while massaging his forehead.
Todoroki chuckled. "It's okay, one step at a time. Thanks for today too, Katsuki."
Bakugo had spent a month in France, and in his free time he would photograph around Paris, strolling around looking for some ideal shots. When Todoroki had a free time, they would hang out together, grab some coffee, go to a restaurant, or watch some movies. They would text every day, talking about anything they could talk about. Bakugo was becoming really fond of Todoroki. He thought he's important, because he'd never been in such a good term with anyone.
Since today was Sunday, Todoroki asked Bakugo out for a dinner at a restaurant in front of the Eiffel Tower. He'd never been there, so he was rather excited. They met up at the restaurant and Bakugo left it to Todoroki to order something, since he couldn't read the damn menu. The waiter left after he took their orders, which Bakugo didn't have a clue to what he'd even eat.
"Do you like it here?" Todoroki asked.
"Yeah. No wonder it's called the city of light. Eiffel tower is so damn beautiful at night."
"I'm glad."
Suddenly a man with a black hat approached them and asked, "Excusez moi, es-tu Shoto Todoroki?" From his sentence Bakugo knew the man was asking if he's really Todoroki or not, with that disguise he was surprised that someone noticed the model. Todoroki denied and dismissed the man, saying that the man was rude for coming suddenly like that. The man apologized before batting an eye at Bakugo, he didn't know why but he felt this man was a danger.
"Sorry about that." Todoroki apologized.
"It's okay. Must be tough being popular."
Not long after, the foods were served to their tables. Bakugo's not really sure what kind of meat he'd be eating but it looked like scallops or something? Hell, whatever it was he's glad it's so damn delicious.
They took their time eating the feast. After they decided they had finished, Todoroki suddenly fell silent and he seemed to tense up.
"Hey." Todoroki spoke.
"What?"
"You know what Katsuki? I'm so glad I met you." Todoroki said as he stared deeply into Bakugo's eyes.
Bakugo felt nervous and stuttered, "W-why are you saying such embarassing stuff!"
"Katsuki." He stopped for a moment, inhaling his breath. He continued, "J'taime." And smiled so sincerely, which was strange to Bakugo since he didn't understand what he was saying.
"Jetaim? What the fuck is that, Shoto?"
Todoroki sighed; it seemed this was not a good time. "It's means you're an idiot."
"Fuck you." The tension disappeared and Bakugo just rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.
After finishing their dinner, they decided to walk around the area and go to a place where it's not too crowded.
As they walked on a bridge, Bakugo glanced at Todoroki at the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, he had the urge to take pictures of the model.
"Can I take a picture of you?"
Todoroki was a bit surprised, but nodded otherwise. "Okay, so what should I do?"
"You can just stand right there and look to my camera."
Todoroki looked at their surroundings and he only saw a very few people, so he decided to put off his wig, revealing the dual-colored hair. He looked straight into Bakugo's way, following his instruction. Bakugo saw him through his camera lens, and by that moment, Bakugo was only feeling one thing.
He was captivated.
Todoroki's eyes, strong and fierce as if they were piercing arrows, yet that beautifully glistening shades of blue and brown couldn't ever be missed. His odd, but beautiful red-white hair highlighted in the street lights. His lanky and slender figure that anyone would strive for. His skin, so fair and clear like pure-white porcelain. It was stunning, no less.
"So? Aren't you going to snap, Katsuki?"
Bakugo got out of his daydreams and started capturing shots of the model. He took the photos from several angles and he couldn't stop. This person was just too beautiful, too perfect. He just couldn't get enough.
"Make a sad expression. Like you had just lost the one you loved." Todoroki complied and made an expression so sad, so desperate that it pricked Bakugo's heart a little. He took shot of it and when he saw the photo... He knew it.
The photo was unlike anything he'd shot before. Todoroki was the one he was looking for. He was the reason Bakugo was here in France.
"I found you." He mumbled, but loud enough for Todoroki to hear. He replied, "Found what, Katsuki?"
"You're the reason I am here..."
"Am I really? I guess we are fated to attract each other." Bakugo made a confused expression and asked, "What do you mean?"
Todoroki put his hand on Bakugo's cheek, slowly whispering, "I was already attracted to you from the start. To put it bluntly, Katsuki... I like you."
"H-huh...?"
"I'm serious. I love you, Katsuki. More than anything."
Bakugo didn't expect it.
He already knew full well the tension between both of them was not like that of a friend; they were too close to be called as one. Bakugo never intended to drag his and Todoroki's relationship like this, but gradually, that sense of comfort and possibly love, had grown in him too and he didn't know what to do about it.
"I..." Bakugo tried to make words out of his mouth, but his lips were unable to form words.
"Are you surprised? It's okay, you don't have to answer." Todoroki kindly smiled, but he must have a bit hurt by Bakugo's reaction.
Todoroki was the one he's searching for. Fate even brought him here just to meet with Todoroki. He might be the 'thing' he needed for his photographs, and that might be the only reason he was here in the first place. But he couldn't deny it. He could never deny the feelings he's having toward the model. He knew he'd come to like him, he just never brought it up. It was strong and certain; there's no room for a doubt.
I like him too.
"I'm sorry for blurting out like that. If you'd like, I can be your model for a day. Just... call me if you need me, okay?" Todoroki felt a little awkward seeing the seemingly confused Bakugo, so he pat the blonde's head and said his goodbye, "I'll see you later Katsuki."
"Wait." Bakugo grabbed Todoroki's arms.
"Yeah I found what I searched for. And it's you."
Todoroki gave a confused expression and replied, "You mean you found your ideal figure of a model."
"That too, but what you said way back when we first met." He continued, "A lover, remember?"
Todoroki looked surprised and replied, "Yes I said that. What—"
"I think you're right about that. Shoto Todoroki," Bakugo put his arms around Todoroki's neck and aimed for a kiss.
"I love you. I want to be your lover." He said after planting a soft and quick kiss on Todoroki's lips.
"Even though you're so flustered before..." Todoroki chuckled at the blonde's antics. "...and it should have been the other way around."
Todoroki held Bakugo's hand and kissed it while asking, "Katsuki, if you truly loves me, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Yeah." Bakugo said while smiling. Todoroki pulled the blonde into a tight and loving embrace.
*blitz*
Suddenly there was a flash of light. A fucking camera flash.
"Shit! Why is the flash on!"
"What the fuck! Hey—" Bakugo chased after a man who had just taken photo of the two of them holding hands. If this got out, it wouldn't be good. Todoroki's job was on the line.
Luckily he was able to catch up. Bakugo charged at the man and pinned him to the ground. "You— you're the one at the restaurant! You creepy ass stalker!"
The man shouted some words in French which made Bakugo even more annoyed. "I can't fucking understand you so just give me the camera and let me delete all the fucking pictures!"
Bakugo snatched the camera and scrolled through the pictures. "Why can't you leave Shoto and his private life alone...? Can't you see he needs his space, too?" He said sadly, seeing all the pictures were mostly Todoroki. "You fucking stalker..."
"S-stop! I didn't have any backups of them! All my hard work... I won't tell anyone about you two... Please don't delete them!"
"Katsuki. Let's just go after deleting those pictures. I can't stand people like him." Todoroki approached the man and gave him a cold glare.
Todoroki grabbed the man's camera and started deleting pictures after pictures. He was very disgusted by the fact that everything was his pictures, sometimes him in a disguise with Bakugo. This time he took a photo of when he didn't wear a wig, so that was really dangerous. He was relieved the stalker dug his own grave by making such a stupid mistake as letting the flash on.
"You almost made Katsuki become the center of hate of my fans... How dare you. Don't you ever take pictures of me again."
The next day, there was no news or photo of the two of them at all, which they were really grateful about.
Todoroki and Bakugo started dating secretly after that. They didn't want their relationship to get out; since Todoroki was a famous model and his fan base were mostly girls, who knew how much they could tolerate the blonde. It was a tad annoying that his boyfriend couldn't go out as Todoroki; he always sticked with his disguise. Nevertheless, Bakugo never got tired of this relationship; he just loved him too much to be able to think about anything else. He thought that as long as he could stay with Todoroki, everything else became less matter to him.
"Love, but don't you need to go back? With your job and all." Todoroki asked.
"Yeah, I should probably go back real soon. It's a shame I can't take you with me though."
Todoroki was someone he needed for his photography, but since he'd already been in a contract in a model agency, there's no way he could take him along and offer a job contract with him.
"I really want to live with you and be your model, Katsuki... I think I'll leave France once my contract is fulfilled. I still have 3 years or so, and it's my choice to prolong the contract or to end it."
"But if you're happy in here, I won't ask for such a granted thing as that. Stay here, Shoto. We could always meet on holidays, don't worry." Bakugo smiled.
Todoroki looked like he was thinking for an answer when he finally said, "I wish I could easily say I'll quit my agency and join you in Japan, but words are easy spoken. I actually don't know Katsuki. Let me think about it. I'm sorry love."
"I know how this job means so much to you. You've spent so much of your lifetime here, so it must be hard to let go. It's ultimately your choice, and note that I'll be happy with whatever you choose, okay?"
"Okay, angel."
They were just chilling around in the park. Children, parents, and couples were scattering around, playing and laughing peacefully under the dark sky and cold winds. It's almost time for winter, after all.
"It's chilly... Are you not cold, Shoto?" Bakugo asked while rubbing his arms.
"I'm already like, immune to the cold since I was little. I don't know why though."
"What? You're weird." Bakugo laughed.
"Will this warm you up?" Todoroki pulled the blonde's waist and held one of Bakugo's hand and put it in his coat's pocket, rubbing its surface for warmth.
"Your hand is warm... It's strange." Bakugo put his head on Todoroki's shoulder, and Todoroki couldn't help but to kiss his boyfriend in the forehead several times. They continued to cuddle until Bakugo noticed people were staring at them.
"This is embarrassing, Shoto... Look at the poeple staring at us."
"It's okay love. Let them see us like this..." Todoroki whispered on Bakugo's ear, his breath touched his skin and his lips barely inches apart from his neck. Bakugo didn't know why but he was panting a little, with how close Todoroki was, sometimes it was a bit overwhelming.
"Aren't you cold? I can warm you up more than this, you know. I can touch you and feel you you'll feel so hot inside..." Todoroki whispered in a voice so deep and raspy which sounded very tempting, making Bakugo shudder a little.
"Hey, let's go to your hotel room tonight. Looks like you want it as much as I do." Todoroki rubbed his other hand on Bakugo's thigh, not concerning people's disgusted stares at them.
"S-shut up! How can you make a person horny in front of the damn public, you perverted asshole!" Bakugo unintentionally shouted and pushed the half-and-half away. People looked at their way and gave a confused look, since Bakugo's words only sound gibberish to their ears.
"Shit. Thank god I can't speak French."
"Sorry, you're just so cute. Come on, let's go back." Todoroki got up and intertwined his hands with Bakugo. They started walking when suddenly they were stopped by a greenhead.
"Shoto? Is that you? What are you doing here..." His eyes trailed off to Bakugo, "Who's this? You're friend? Why are you holding hands..." The greenhead looked confused and surprised. Bakugo didn't know why but seeing the greenhead's face ticked him off. And the fact that he's calling Todoroki so familiarly AND in Japanese, it ticked him off too.
"Who the fuck are you." Bakugo was glaring daggers at the whimpering greenhead. Bakugo had already hated the guy.
Todoroki released their connected hands and spoke, "Izuku... Please don't tell anyone about this."
"So you're... dating this blonde?"
Todoroki nodded.
"Who is this, Shoto? You never told me." Bakugo questioned.
"This is Izuku Midoriya, he works as the advertisement group at my modeling agency."
"N-nice to meet you, um..."
"Bakugo. Bakugo Katsuki. Don't call me by my first name." Bakugo hissed.
"Why are you being rude, Katsuki?" Todoroki protested, and Bakugo only looked away while frowning.
"Hey Shoto, but if the boss ever finds out, it won't be good... and if photos get out, your job..."
"It's okay. I know that. I just love Katsuki so much that I'm willing to risk it. That's why, Izuku... just keep this to yourself. Please."
The greenhead looked a little bit taken aback but nodded his head after a while and said, "I understand."
"So... That runt, are you close with him?"
"Yes. He's actually my closest friend in the agency."
"Why didn't you tell me anything about him?"
"What love, are you jealous?"
"No fucking way am I jealous with a nerd like him. I'm like, out of his league." Bakugo grinned almost arrogantly.
"I won't deny that." Todoroki smiled.
The next several weeks were fairly going as usual. There weren't any problems arising and their lives were peaceful and happy. Bakugo and Todoroki continued to hang out and go on dates on their free time.
One night, Bakugo just got back to his hotel room from taking pictures around Paris. After he finished taking a shower, he heard his phone vibrate, and he checked the message coming from Todoroki.
Shoto: KATSUKIIIIII LOVEEE
Katsuki: AH DONT USE CAPSLOCK SHOTO WHAT HAPPENED?
Shoto: My manager, Tenya said that someone caught me hanging out with a 'certain blonde'. I got scolded and I retaliate, but he's a stonehead. He said not to meet you and I got angry. I mean who the hell is he to decide what to do in my life
Katsuki: I guess models can't interact with random people.
Shoto: No you're not random love. Why would u say that
Katsuki: So we cant meet as much as we used to anymore?
Shoto: Ofc we can. Let him talk, I don't care. I love u so much babe how could I live without meeting with u
Katsuki: I love you too Shoto but I mean if it gets rough then we shouldnt meet for now
Shoto: WHYY LOVE? HOW CAN U.
Katsuki: what's wrong Shoto? You aren't texting like yourself. r u okay babe?
Shoto: IM OKAAYY. KATSUKI COME OVER I NEED U SO BAD
Katsuki: DONT. USE. CAPSLOCK.
Shoto: Come here plsssss luvvv
Katsuki: Something's wrong with you. Well ok, I'll get there in a bit.
"Hiii~"
"H-huh?" Bakugo was surprised to meet with a drunk Todoroki. He walked wobbly and his face was red.
"Come inside Katsukiiiiiiii." Todoroki put his arm around the blonde, pulling him inside the room and sat him to the couch.
"What you want to drink? I dun have anything beside alcohol though babeeee."
"I'm fine, I—"
"KATSUKII I'M LIKE SO MADDD. TENYA KEEPS PESTERING ME TO BREAK UP AND IM SO—" Todoroki hiccupped betweens his words, "SO FUCKING MAD. HE NEVER UNDERSTOOD ME." He fumed.
Bakugo blinked a few times, surprised to see a very much different Todoroki. He calmed te drunk man, carressing his head in a lovingly way and said, "Calm down Shoto. We won't break up. But if it affects your job, then we really shouldn't meet outside for now."
"WHY KATSUKI DO YOU NOT LOVE ME—"
"I love you so fucking much that I don't want to mess your job. We could always meet in the hotel or in your place. The papparazi caught us when you put off your wig, so any disguise will be meaningless if you're with me. For now, Shoto—" Bakugo planted a quick kiss on the drunk Todoroki before saying, "I could bear spending my days without you, as long as I could have you all fucking nights in my arms."
"AH MY BOYFRIEND IS SO SWEET AND AROUSINGGGG." He shouted and embraced Bakugo until he fell backward on the couch.
"Do you wanna do it noww babeee?"
"No if you're drunk. Get away Shoto I'll just make you some dishes so you can get back to your senses!"
"But love I am already hard~ how could you be neglecting my needs?" Todoroki pouted.
"Then just jerk off here, I don't mind." He said as he made his way to Todoroki's kitchen.
The night passed peacefully, with Todoroki and Bakugo sleeping in each other's arms. Feeling Todoroki's scent and warmth was the best of Bakugo's life, it was like it's giving him life.
"Katsuki, you could just stay here until I get back."
"No, I want to walk around the city and take pictures like I always do. So can I come back tonight, Shoto?"
"Of course, love. Come back for me real soon okay? I love you Katsuki, be safe on your way." Todoroki kissed Bakugo in the lips and the blonde smiled in content. Just like that, they both went to do their own thing, without knowing that that day would be the model's downfall.
A/N
The italics in the dialogues meant they were speaking in French, in case you didn't notice.
For some words in French that I wrote in the beginning weren't really important, but if you're wondering the meanings then there you go:
Ouvre ta bouche un peu, Shoto. Mets ton doigt sur tes lèvres, et faire une expression érotique: Open your mouth a little, Shoto. Put your finger on your lips, and make an erotic expression.
Quel est votre nom?: What's your name?
Est-ce que tu parles français?: Do you speak French?
Un beau nom: A beautiful name.
Thank you so much for all of you that have already spared your time into reading my ff, I greatly appreciate it:)
