Model For Me

Chapter 4

{I have school tomorrow. Yay. I am just so enthusiastic to wake up early and force myself to take in the information I will lose right after the exams. -Auri}

Sakusa POV

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I was sitting in my very comfortable chair in front of a rather expensive mahogany desk when the knock came on my door, "Who is it? I swear to god if it's Chloe-" I cursed under my breath. That french girl was starting to get on my nerves. How many times do I have to say 'NO' before it gets through her thick skull?

"No sir," The voice of Ushijima spoke through the door, "it's the model and his manager."

I smiled slightly, but then I caught myself and immediately scowled, "Let the model in. I'll call for his manager later." I partly said that because I wanted to be alone with him, although I didn't quite know why.

The door opened and the blonde model walked in wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. They really did his body no justice. He was twisting the hem of his hoodie and I found it sadistically adorable how he felt nervous to be here alone.

"Atsumu? Is it?" I asked, leaning my elbows on the desk, "How are you?"

". . . I-I'm f-fine," He stuttered, looking anywhere but at me, "and you?" At least he has manners. That model I saw before him was a jerk.

I stood up and walked over to him, one gloved hand in my pocket, "Better now," I teased and I used my other hand to lift his chin up. So he had no choice but to look me in the eyes.

He gulped and stared rather fearfully into my eyes. I smirked and decided to fluster him even more, "How would you feel if a piece of eye candy just walked into your office?"

His eyes widened slightly and his face blushed a bright pink. He made a small noise in his throat and I let go of his chin. His eyes never left mine though.

I stepped back, crossed my arms, and eyed him up and down, "How did such an anxious and shy person become a model?" I asked. His gaze flitted to the floor and he returned to fidgeting. I immediately regretted asking him that but refused to show it.

"I-it was my brother's idea," He said quietly, "He thought I would be really good at it since I loved to try on clothes and show them off to him." His ears were dusted pink, "Then I met Tendou and he helped me. I'm not usually shy when I model. I just don't like meeting people."

I frowned for a second, wondering who Tendou was. Was he Atsumu's lover? That ticked me off.

Atsumu lifted his gaze a little but must have seen my face and ducked his head again.

I wanted to look into his beautiful brown eyes again, they were very pretty.

Catching myself, I mentally shook my head free of the thoughts of his beauty.

"Well, let's get to the reason you're here," I said, walking back to my desk and sitting down. I gestured for him to sit across from me. He obliged quickly. "Before that though, would you like me to call in your manager?"

He nodded softly, staring at my desk. He was not admiring it or how expensive it was, he was clearly just avoiding any form of eye contact.

I pushed a button on the phone on my desk, "Ushijima, let his manager in."

"Yes sir," came the quick reply from my loyal bodyguard. 

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Wow, so I just noticed Sakusa's chapters are like suuuuper short lol. Sorry abt that.

What is your favorite genre of fanfiction?

Personally, it's either hardcore smut (No JuDgInG BrO) or super angsty which turns into fluff. I prefer them to have a happy ending. Why do you think I read Banana Fish fanfictions anyway?! HGHgdkgrghrgvfhjfkhg

Ik school sucks but being a stripper would suck more,

-Auri  (hehe see what I did there?)