Just a Fairytale [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader x Nijimura Shuzo]{KnB}

[C.18] College: Diary Entry Eighteen

"Haha, what a surprise it is to find out that you know Ryouta," your manager laughs.

"Yes, Kise was my kohai in middle school," you force out a chuckle. 

Misfortune has followed you diligently ever since the billboard was plastered in Tokyo. If you thought you received enough phone calls and messages from the catalogue pictures, you were grossly underestimating the attention you'd receive from the billboard.

You aren't even sure how people distributed your phone number, but they did. It was affixed to every forum; your social media was flooded with interest, and your email inbox has almost reached its limit. You had to change all your modes of contact to retain some sort of privacy due to the billboard's virality. 

The only thing you didn't change was your social media. The day you attempted to make it private, your agency rang and demanded you return to a public format. It was to be used for marketing, and any posts you made had to be checked by your manager before publishing.

It resulted in your agency using your account to promote your upcoming shoots. The change in your life has been odd to say the least, but you go along with it. The amount in your bank account dooes not lie about their heavy interest in you-- all thanks to your father fighting for the right amount.

'If my daughter is to put herself out there for the world, you pay her well.'

You gaze down at your phone as a pout settles on your lips. Today's post is a reminder for people to check Kise's latest magazine cover, and it already received many likes and comments. A lot of people plead for another photo of you; others ask you personal questions; few mock you as a sell out. Though a good number of them thank you for getting the message out about Kise; you can only assume them to be fangirls of his.

The attention is just white noise to you though, and you read none of it. You're the most detached person to your fans since you don't care all too much for the fame. You're scared of them as well, but it's something that your manager has tried coaxing you into.

"Try to answer at least ten people in that latest post," she presses before entering her car.

"M-Mariko, that's a lot of people!" you stutter out at the high number. 

"Ryouta answers so many people. This is peanuts compared to him." The short, stocky woman chuckles at your naivety. As much as she has been understanding and helpful, she does enjoy seeing your panic. To your recollection, she finds it 'refreshing' as most models under their agency boast confident personalities.

You say nothing and she closes the door to her car. As you let out a long sigh, the car speeds off deeper into the city, leaving you in a troubled state. Although you want to complain about your homework, you know it will only come off as ungrateful. 

When you turn on your heel, you spot Marie, Hikari, and some guy standing there with them. He has his hand entwined with Marie's hand, forcing you into a stunned state. The girls also stare at you with shock. You're sure they heard some of your conversation.

As much as you'd like to ignore them as you have been doing for most of the second semester, the situation does not allow any avoidance. You raise your hand to wave at them and muster the most of your courage. "Good morning!"

"Morning!" the man chirps, and you get taken aback by his sudden response. His tone sounds happy-go-lucky, quite the opposite of Nijimura. 

Hikari had sent you a glare but now redirects it at him. It's as if she is silently warning him not to look at you for the sake of her friend. Not a word leaves her mouth while Marie finds some modicum of cordiality.