incognito !
- *̥˚ chapter 1 PILOT *̥˚-
story © : _fa3ry"SEE YOU, NEXT TIME, LOVE." Hawks adoringly acclaimed, flapping his wings. With his two hands curled to a ball, he leaned on it, while batting his eyelashes adorably.
"Stop calling me that." You utter in disgust.
Hawks smirked, winking as he took his feet off the ground. "You know you love it."
"Bye, Doll!" Hawks farewell. Flying to wherever he can change back to his civilian form, and blend in with the other citizens.
You growled in annoyance, stomping your feet on the top of a flat-roofed building. You scoff, hearing it slightly echo through the air of the sky.
Its's been another day that you've managed to save the city again, with your anonymous partner, Hawks. Honestly, you don't know how he even ended up as your partner, your agency just assigned him to you, and ever since, he's been your partner in saving the local city.
To all honesty, Hawks is a good partner, the best one anyone could ever ask for. He's strong, sweet, and charming. The only issue was, you didn't know who he was, and you were forbidden to.
One of the agency's rules were, you are never to find out the identity of your partner, or you'd get exterminated as a hero. Certainly, you wouldn't want that, or you'd be left to live your anorexic runway model life, that was full of strict diets, heavy make-up, and cameras at your face 24/7. It was great at first—flattering even. But, the constant need to be perfect pressured you, leading you to develop unhealthy habits. Not to mention the persistent creepy men following you around when you were outside.
Being a hero was your only escape from the overwhelming fame you've managed to acquire. Hawks got all the attention beneath the masks, and you liked that. Because for once, you weren't the one people kept looking at.
You search for the direction of the roads leading where your agency was currently located for the runway show, hoping that you made it in time for the presentation. Dropping your knees down in a secluded alley, you huffed in tiredness. "Inversa." You mutter, feeling the heroic powers quickly fade away from your appearance. As you strolled from behind of the building, you made your way through the backdoor, checking the time on your watch wrapped around your wrist.
10 a.m. Just in time for Jami & Leiko to arrive.
The chatter was overlapping, one went on right after the other. Vibrant and subjectively flawless dresses hung on hangers were flung around the room to its assigned models. You silently sat yourself down on your chair, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
"Hey, Y/n." Jami giggled in sing-song. You looked up, noticing her newly-cut bangs for the third time this month. You chuckled, joyed to see the enthusiastic smile plastered on her face. She prepared her make up kit, clicking on the pink glittery buttons of case, it bulged open along with the variety of cosmetics flapping out. Leiko, appeared by Jami's side, carrying a ton of her things, hurriedly setting them on your vanity.
"So, what hairstyle should we go for today?" Leiko aforementioned, plugging her curling iron in, feeling the heat rise.
Jami giggled, squeezing a portion of foundation on her wrist, blending it well with other shades before applying it on your face. "Go crazy, so is today's catalog, anyway." She giggled, grabbing her makeup sponge.
"I know right? I'm so sorry, but who exactly made those dresses?" You sarcastically complained, stealing glimpses in your vanity mirror, disenchanted by the disoriented sense of fashion that the model agency decided to advertise.
"Only the wicked Tomie Takami. Who else would you expect?" Leiko scoffed, brushing out the ends of your hair.
"Art is subjective. Be nice, guys." Jami reminded, clicking her tongue. Her expected kind-hearted attitude arose, reprimanding you and Leiko's sense of straightforward honesty.
"But I do agree, the clothes' colors do not blend well together." She frowned.
"I need everyone ready in ten!" The event manager yelled, she bustlingly made her way through the models twirling around in their flamboyant outfits.
"And they expect us to have you as perfect as a doll? This agency is seriously knocked in the head, or something." Leiko complained once more, rolling the warm metal around your hair. She rolled her eyes as the manager passed by, furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance.
"Less talk, more work, Leiko." Jami cried, dabbing a brush of blush along your cheeks.
Leiko blew a raspberry, uplifting the angle of her chin. The pressure eventually came onto the two girls, rushing their work, as they kept the precision to make you look as ethereal as you can be. After they helped you in your dress, Leiko and Jami attended you to last-minute touches before the runway started.
Leiko let you sip from her Iced Coffee before you strutted out on the catwalk. The stage's floor material was just right, the spotlights didn't blind you either this time, the dress you had on wasn't uncomfortable on your skin, and there you realized how Tomie Takami was upheaved in the Fashion Industry. As you reached the isle, mobs of flashes blared at you.
Tomie Takami sat upfront, admiring her work on you. She nudged her son, who was sat beside her, to take action. "This was the model I was talking about, Keigo. If you want to make a living out of your hobby, you should take pictures of her for your photography portfolio."
Keigo whined, mentally complaining about being present in his mother's fashion exhibit. "I'm not interested in taking pictures of random women, Mom. I'll pass." He tapped buttons on his phone.
"Keigo, get your eyes detached from your cellphone! I didn't bring you here just so you could play games." His mother hushed. He whined and sat up straight, Keigo peered through the illuminating spotlight, focusing his sight on what he thought the epitome of beauty was.
"Mom, who's this?" He asked, breathless.
"Y/n L/n."
NOTIFICATION: oct. 26, 2024
CHARACTER NAME CHANGE!
Nica —> Leiko
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INCOGNITO, keigo takami
Fanfiction→ In which, Y/N L/N and KEIGO TAKAMI handling their respective relationships outside of their secret identities whilst remaining incognito. ₊‧ʚ・ °.˚๑ ꒱ ・#03 mha au-KEIGO TAKAMI (fem!reader x keigo) © storyline: @_fa3ry © characters: Kohei Hirokoshi