In Control

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[07]

A long dragged sigh left Kashitaro's pink lips, he had finished that relaxing bath of his and came down to the kitchen to see a scene that would occur daily 24/7 but never he would fully get used to it,

"I swear to the love of god, Soraru that if you call me a 'Miniature assed twink' one more time I will not think twice to peel your face off!" The dark brunette, Urata threatened the older with a scowl who looked back blankly.

Two other males huddled on the left corner of the kitchen, one silver haired and the other was red coloured. They sat on the tiled counter top, quietly sipping on tea, coffee or even just straight chlorine from their animal themed mugs.

Kashitaro trudged over, snatching the cereal box left on the table and leaned his back on the spare space between the two, "So how long has it been since they started bickering?" The chocolate eyed asked, taking a few bites from the cereal.

"Oh about thirty minutes at max" The red head replied before boredly taking another sip from his cup. "Soraru-san accidentally hit his toe on the side of the table, cussed out Urata's name for other godly known reasons, being urata-kun, he heard it and started calling soraru-san names and soraru-san being soraru-san didn't stand down, so here they are bickering for the past thirty minutes or so" The silver haired, mafumafu explained in such a monotone voice that if people didn't know any better he would be mistaken as a humanoid robot with dark gray bags under his ruby eyes.

"Alright break it up you two!" Kashitaro yelled with an authoritative voice, catching the blue haired and brunette's attention.

"Dad we can explain—" They both said in unison but shut their mouths once the older brunette held his index finger up. "No, mafumafu already told me" The two tensed up thoroughly knowing this could either go well or no so well. Both of them Preferred the first option.

"It's alright you two, just don't cause too much trouble" said Kashitaro making the two sigh in respite, "But don't think I let you off the hook yet" Soraru looked at Urata then nodded before evaporating into his room to get some shut eye.

Yep just another day for Kashitaro Itou.

Arriving at the entrance of the studio named Blnk Polaroid, hardly on time that afternoon all because he forgot about his camera halfway and had to go back, the struggles of being human.

"Yo Kashi!"Greeted his co-worker behind the slate blue coloured reception desk, "Hey Rib" He replied with a toothy smile and wave before turning to his right and entered studio room no. 6.

Just when he opens the door, he was met by a rather frustrated pink haired boss who looked like he took the word stress to another whole level.

"Nqrse what's up?" Kashitaro asked, gaining the shorter males' gaze, "What do you mean what's up?!" He said with a face that might kill someone in mere milliseconds.

"Is it because I'm late?" The brunette asked timidly and the other just shook his head and pointed towards a broken light stand, a shredded white background and feathers, dozens of dozens of feathers.

Getting on the same page as the other male, now he knows what blew the shorter males' fuse that caused him to fuss about, "You know we could always just go outside where there's natural light" The brunette said suggestively and nqrse's eyes sparkled at the idea but immediately dimmed when he remembers the mess.

"Don't worry I'll get krad to clean it up later" He added, his boss' mood shot up again, 'shees talk about major bipolarity'. "Thanks a ton Kashi!" The pink haired cheered brightly, "I think the new model might take awhile to arrive" Nqrse announced, checking his phone for any notifications.

The brunette tilted his head in confusion, "New model? What happened to kuro?" Asked kashitaro, "She kinda had some personal issues and had to leave for some time but I had someone else to cover for her" He said bubbly, "Though he's not really a new model, he's been featured by us a handful of times but I doubt you've met him".

"His name is Amagi Amanogawa but he prefers to be called Amatsuki" Said his boss as he glared at his phone, furiously swiping and tapping on it.

The door creaked open, pulling Nqrse from his trance on his phone, "Ama-chan!!!" He yelled in excitement as he flung himself onto the so called model.

Kashitaro peered over, meeting Amatsuki's glossy sunset coloured eyes. A sudden wave of unknown nostalgia drowned the both of them, as cliché as it sounds,they stood unmoving as if time itself froze.

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A/N:

Sorry if it was shorter than anticipated! I kinda bruised my thumb and it hurts if I try to move it (｡ŏ_ŏ)