𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 | ʰ. ʳⁱⁿᵈᵒᵘ [✓]

thirty

"You ready?" Waka asked as they stopped in front of the studio's entrance. Hana took a nervous gulp as she stared at the door's shiny handle, the sheen from the late morning sun reflecting. There she stood, her hand gripping on the hem of Waka's jacket. She was there. She was finally there. The modeling agency that Takeomi and Wakasa established, which was also one of the most famous ones in the country and all over Asia. 

"Hey. Calm down, princess. Senju'll be here any minute. She also has a shoot today." Waka comforted, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside of the building. Everyone would think that delinquents wouldn't stand a chance in the modeling industry, but in reality, they ruled it. With Takeomi as the Editor-in-chief and head photographer, and Wakasa as one of the country's best models, they both cleared a path for delinquents who wanted to pursue the same dream. Now, Senju and Hana were both interns.

"Sato-san, here are your clothes for the first shoot. I know it's almost winter but the theme is summer spring-ish since we're just doing a pre-test for this new collection." One of the assistants informed, handing Hana a few hangers of clothes. "Got it!" She beamed as she hurried towards one of the changing rooms.

"Wow. This is... uhm-- breezy." She muttered as she stared at her reflection in the wide mirror. She was given a yellow puff-sleeve top that was practically a bra, and a flowery mini skirt. "Is this--"

"Nope. Go back." Waka immediately ordered as soon as she opened the door. "Use the other one. Not that. That's a bit much." He commented. Hana was quick to follow, switching into a cropped top that instead showed her midriff. "That's a bit better. Now let's go. Senju's here." He uttered, walking ahead of her.

"Yo. Takeomi." Waka called out to a grinning Akashi Takeomi. "I arranged all of this for you. Be a bit thankful, asshat." Takeomi huffed, chuckling. "Fuck you." Waka whispered, flipping the latter off. "Don't make her wear something like that, you dick." He scolded, glaring at the scar-faced man. "I didn't arrange her clothes for her, the stylists did. Stop pointing a damn finger at me and start kissing my shoes." Takeomi grinned, raising his foot. Waka remained stone faced with his middle finger still raised up.

"Let's start the shoot shall we?" Takeomi yelled, everyone answering with a yes. Senju's eyes lit up as her eyes landed on a vaguely nervous Hana. She ran up to her friend, her earrings dangling as they completed her outfit which consisted of high-waisted shorts and a tucked-in top. "We look like the two types of girls in summer." Hana joked, pulling Senju up to the screen where they were to take pictures.

"Solo shots first! You should go first Waka, y'know, to demonstrate." Takeomi suggested. Wakasa stepped onto the tiny platform where he began posing as instructed. Hana watched him with amused eyes. He looked so professional that you wouldn't even dare to think that he was a former delinquent. "You're good to go, Waka. Good job!" Takeomi praised, wiggling his eyebrows. "Your turn, Hana." Takeomi added.

Hana walked up to the platform and did as she was told. She smiled when she was told to. She posed when she was told to. She showed the expressions that they wanted to see. She was happy. "Nice for a first-timer! You can go rest now." Takeomi informed with a thumbs up. One of the staff handed her a bottle of water, which she gladly took.