photographer!bk has always wanted to find a muse for his 8-page spread in japan vogue, only to find it in the presence of his physical therapist!dk when he was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome
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tw: past abuse
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They trailed partway up the wrist before disappearing into the sleeves of his compression top. Not angry wounds—healed. Earned.
Katsuki’s mouth opened before his brain could lock it down.
“How’d you get those scars on your hands?”
Silence.
He scribbled his name down with a neatness that somehow annoyed Katsuki more.
Then his gaze dipped—to Izuku’s hands.
And Katsuki frowned.
Scars. Old ones. Thin, pale lines decorating his knuckles and fingers.
photographer!bk has always wanted to find a muse for his 8-page spread in japan vogue, only to find it in the presence of his physical therapist!dk when he was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome
general tags: #bkdk#dekussy#alphabk#omegadk
tw: past abuse
Midoriya Izuku. Of fucking course his name was something that soft.
Katsuki stared a beat too long. “Bakugou Katsuki,” he said curtly. Definitely not because his brain was still catching up.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugou!” Izuku said cheerfully.
The man—who had the audacity to crinkle his eyes into two perfect crescents—sat across the table with a clipboard in hand.
“My name is Midoriya Izuku, and I’ll be your physical therapist throughout your rehabilitation. May I have your name?”