ten reasons

beautiful

notes: the end is near :(

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having the alisa haiba as your best friend, you grew accustomed to seeing her adorned in more designer outfits and accessories than the average person. often times, you walked down the streets with her as normal, yet out of the corner of your eyes seeing the subtle flash of a camera, as alisa put on a stunning smile as if it was second nature.

she, as usual, was clad in an outfit designed by another generic foreign man, a sparkly saint laurent minidress. yet you stood next to her in regular denim shorts and tank, turning your face away from this awkward situation.

it wasn't until you arrived at her flat that you were able to calm you and your racing mind down a couple notches. "whew, it is so hot out! i should've worn a crop top." she giggled, and part of you wished that she did, so you wouldn't look so drab next to her.

"at least summer's almost over," you said, collapsing down onto her sofa as she turned on the tv, "and then it's back to hot gymnasiums in autumn." she huffed.

"so when are you leaving? next weekend?" she looked almost disappointed, and you nodded, watching her pout and turn to a television program hosting alisa's most recent fashion show, one in which she was the featured model once again. "my advisor says my hips sway too much and snap down too hard, but kugisaki does the exact same thing as me!"

"hey, you made it this far for a reason, just do what you know the best." you sort of trailed off, your eyes glued to the screen which held so many gorgeous people behind it. you stared at their perfect features, body lines, and their god-like hold over the audience, but most importantly you felt yourself getting envious of their lifestyles.

these people are too beautiful to be true.

now you were hurting your own feelings, and making yourself swallow your pride to quietly ask her to turn to a different channel, she agreed. of course she did, as she always was striving to made you comfortable, but the program that she switched to only made your stomach drop.

"oh my gosh! (name), you're on tv!" alisa cheered, pulling out her phone to take a picture of this so-called 'momentous occasion,' while you only sat frozen on the couch.

'and here we have japan's most decorated model sporting her saint laurent dress, the same company who recently endorsed her.' a man spoke.

'wow! that thing sure is sparkly! and this is what good models do, they make the product look appealing easily." a woman's voice was playing in the back of your head, but you could hardly focus on what she was saying.

and there you were, your denim shorts and tank looking almost draining against alisa's outfit.
forcing yourself to smile, you stared at your face, which you thought honestly didn't look too awful, only your candid side profile, and you were grateful nobody was going to be looking at you.

instead, they would be gazing at alisa's charismatic smile and perfect self.

"i'm sending this to sakusa-san!"

"huh?!" you exclaimed, jumping up and snatching the phone out of her hands. "you sent this to the whole groupchat?!" you shouted, hearing the fateful double ding, the photo followed by a look at our girl!