Soukoku {One Shots}

Picture Perfect

Nakahara Chuuya.

One of the biggest names, in all of Yokohama and possibly all of Japan.

She is a model who stars or features in most advertisements. With her ocean blue eyes, golden ginger hair, warm smile and cute personality, you would be an idiot if you didn't have her advertise one of your brands! She known as the Japan's sweetheart.

Dazai stared at his phone, looking at a picture of the model that was recently posted. She's gotten over a million followers. He smiled at the picture.

Growing up, Dazai was alway a shy child. He didn't like to intact with other children, and he enjoyed doing arts and crafts, it wasn't until high school when he discovered Chuuya after her debut.

One look at her and he immediately wanted her to wear something he created. But having no knowledge of fashion, meant brutal studying and changing his major. His parents didn't like the idea of switch majors, but they still supported him in the end.

His uncle owned a fashion industry, so Dazai studied under him and became an intern. Four years later, Dazai Osamu became a hit with his first clothing line, his creations appealed many people. But it still wasn't enough to get Chuuya's attention.

It's alright! That means I have to make them better! He assured himself.

Present time...

A knock was heard from the door.

"Come in!"

In walked a young man holding a butt load of paper. He stared at the young woman in front of him. She had long ginger hair and wore a white dress, as well as white heals.

"You know people say good morning, Akutagawa."

"Well I'm not people. Now here," He handed the other person a piece of paper.

The person looked down. "What is it?" She asked.

"Read the damn thing will you?" Akutagawa glared, then sighed. "Well if you want to know, someone has requested you to model for them."

"Do I have to do it?" She sighed. "Who is it anyways?"

"The owner of one of Japan's biggest fashion houses, his name is Dazai Osamu."

"Ughhh do I have to!?!" She grit her teeth, she absolutely despised modelling.

"You have no choice, you signed a contract... and I also already said yes," he blankly said while stared at her.

"You WHAT!?? Without me knowing!?!"

"You're known as one of Japan's sweethearts. Do it!" He sighed again. "If you go, you can try to out shine that pesky rival of yours... Tanizaki Naomi was it?"

"Why're so bent on me beating Naomi? I mean it's only fair for her if she gets number one, she is a girl after all," she said while turning away and heading towards the door.

Akutagawa places his hand on his forehead. "Ahh, but Chuuya!"

The person stopped, their flowing hair swished back as they turned their head— hand on the door just as they were about to walk out. "Don't forget that I'm still a boy, Akutagawa!" Chuuya glared back at him, as he left the room.

"Well yes... how could I forget?" He rolled his eyes.

As Chuuya left his dressing room he was greeted by a young woman. "I see you're giving him a hard time still," she chuckled.

"Ugh! Why is it that whenever events come up he wants me to go to them!"

"Ah ah ah! Chuuya don't talk so loudly! They can't know that you're a boy!" She quickly hushed him.