➳❥ in which a young model befriends
a japanese college student through
instagram and learns what the word
'freedom' really means
haikyuu!! chatfic
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"I FUCKING hate nerds," amyrah sighed, tossing her phone onto her makeup table.
kyo hummed, obviously not listening to her as he sprayed and slicked her hair back into an intricate braided up-do.
it was evening in france and amyrah was bored of sitting still for hours, although that was mainly what her job consisted of-- sitting still and walking. she picked her phone up again and began scrolling through social media before clicking on her dms.
her managers often advised her not to look at social media comments and dms, but sometimes having conversations or replying to funny messages. as she scrolled, she found a dm that caught her eyes.
it was an odd profile, the bold name spelled out in japanese characters.
tetsurou kuroo🥵
are you made of flourine, iodine or neon?
because you're mighty FINe
amyrah wrinkled her nose and laughed a little under her breath. the pickup line was nerdy and terrible. she clicked on his profile and read the bio.
"japanese business major. compsci fanatic."
"what was that, sweetie?" kyo asked, peering over her shoulder. "ohhhh he's cute."
amyrah's face went hot and she glanced around to see if anybody had heard.
"can you keep it down, please?" she muttered, her attention flicking back to the profile.
kyo looked into the mirror and rolled his eyes. "you teenagers get so embarrassed about crushing on guys. it's totally normal to like someone, you know."
amyrah looked up at her stylist in the mirror and pulled a face. "or maybe it's that you talk at the volume of a screeching banshee."
kyo popped her on the shoulder with a wide-tooth comb. "for a second i forgot that you dont like anybody because you're a childish brat."
she stuck her tongue out at him, resulting in another smack with the comb.
"ow--stop doing tha--"
"amyrah," one of the directors called, rushing over and grasping her shoulders. "you need to get the dress on now, lala will he here in five minutes."
amyrah raised her eyebrows and glanced at the clock. "what? i thought she was coming in at nine?"
"yes, well, her coffee order was mixed up so she cancelled her meeting and called a driver at 8:30."
the model sighed, dreading another encounter with her snooty designer. she was almost one-hundred percent sure that lala psych hated her guts, and was only booking amyrah to torture her.
amyrah let the team whisk her off to a dressing room and pull and tug her into the dress. it was short and black with a lace bodice that cupped her breasts delicately and fell down to her hips before flaring out into a stiff, wire-rimmed skirt.
when she was pulled out of the dressing room, all amyrah could think was that she looked like a tim burton sketch with heavy eye makeup and matte-looking skin.
fortunately, amyrah managed to get on the runway before lala saw her and thought she did pretty well. because it was fashion week, she had to go back to the room immediately and pack for italy.
that night, in the darkness of the plane, amyrah typed out her response.
tetsurou kuroo🥵
are you made of flourine, iodine or neon? because you're mighty FINe
read 3:24am
are u made of carbon, oxygen, radon, nitrogen, or yttrium?
