Prince of Princesses

Be Yourself

Kawaki wasn't the most patient man. He was aware of that and never claimed to be. His work was relatively easy but tedious. When he was only sixteen, Kawaki was scouted by an agent for his looks alone, praised for his proportions, musculature, and overall sex appeal. The agent had been devastated when she learned Kawaki's age, but still hadn't backed off entirely. When Kawaki turned eighteen, he was put to work by that same agent and had currently been working exclusively for a particular underwear line for two years.

While the work itself was easy and Kawaki earned more than enough money to live comfortably, it also meant that his face—and body—was known to many. It wasn't like he was a seasoned actor with his face everywhere, but he was sponsored in a number of magazines, even posed for the covers of some occasionally, and was even invited as a special guest to events at times. He'd made a name for himself in the industry in two short years, and even though he preferred to work by himself, all too often Kawaki found himself having to work with a partner.

Today was one of those days, and yet his supposed partner was nowhere to be found.

"It's been an hour already. I'm not wasting my whole day here." Kawaki stood next to his agent, Ino Yamanaka, wearing only the briefs he had dressed in for the photoshoot and a black cotton robe that kept him covered.

Ino sighed and dragged her fingers through her long light blond tresses before flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. "Just relax, Kawaki. I know you're ready to get going but it can't be helped... this is an important shoot and finding a replacement last minute is nearly impossible."

"I don't care," he said, clicking his tongue. "If you don't have one within the next hour, I'm leaving."

He meant what he said and didn't wait around for her to argue with him, certain that she would take care of it.

It was amusing for him to sit back and watch Ino stress. She was a woman always on top of everything. She took her work very seriously, and always saw to Kawaki's comfort and success. Even though he was bored and didn't want to sit around doing nothing, it wasn't that bad to scroll through social media or watch videos on his phone while his hair was styled all over again and he snacked on what was offered to him. Many models dieted regularly, but not Kawaki. He could eat anything he wanted and as much as he wanted without ever losing his physique.

Just shy of the hour mark, the room finally livened up. Kawaki peeked over his phone to the entrance of the room where a short girl was pulling another short girl into the room. Ino hurried over to greet them and Kawaki looked over both of them, trying to figure out if he was supposed to work with one of them. He didn't recognize either, though he never did recognize many of the girls that he worked with. There were so many too and most of the time he wasn't paying attention to their faces anyway.

With a sigh, he looked back to his phone and shoved a piece of chocolate in his mouth, chewing slowly to savor the taste—it was his favorite treat after all. He scrolled to the next available video, an update from a Nintuber he followed to be updated on all currently ongoing mangas. There were only so many Kawaki himself kept up with, but it was something he was into. Not many people knew that about him, but not many people actually knew him either, so it was to be expected.

"Kawaki, she's in the dressing room, ten minutes."

Kawaki swallowed and lifted another piece of chocolate to his lips, trying to ignore Ino until the last minute, he needed to pay attention so he wouldn't have to rewatch the video later anyway. He was fully engrossed in his video and his chocolates when one of the stylists decided last minute to muss up his hair some more.

"Kawaki, you're on."

Kawaki grunted in displeasure but pulled his hand back away from the chocolates as he'd been reaching for another piece. He stood from his seat and left his phone with the assistant, then padded over to the set.