kinich / reader
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Just a simple story, a college boy who owns a pet lizard starts to realize this thing called "pretty privilege" when he got ambushed by a Snezhnayan creative designer who kept persisting him to become his fit...
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During the day of preparation for the opening of Everwinter Couture in Natlan, you've been lecturing Kinich nonstop on what he should and shouldn't do during the event.
It wasn't anything toxic, rather Kinich found it funny at how simple and silly your requests are.
"Remember this man?" You point your ruler on a picture of Enjou that was taped to the board. "Avoid him at all costs, don't talk to him!"
"Yes, ma'am," He was practically forced to play along considering how pent up you were about some guests attending.
"Next, this lady," You then brought up a picture of an Inazuman woman, her brown hair tied into a complex bun. "This is Miss Chiori, she's really nice and extremely talented, but if she asks you to model for her designs—"
"I say no, right?"
"Mhm," You nod your head, appearing proud of his response.
Then, Yakov handed you the next picture as you stamped it onto the board with the rest.
"Oh—Miss Peruere!" You smile at the picture of a very intimidating woman. "She and her three kids are very lovely!"
Somehow, Kinich couldn't see what's "lovely" about the woman, considering that she was practically burning her equally daunting eyes onto the camera. Whoever took that photo, Kinich feels bad for them.
