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| Kurapika x Reader | Muse (AU)

Announcement:
After going through the profiles of some of my readers I have decided that Y/N's pronouns will be she/they in my stories from now on, I hope you guys will respect this change. Have a good day, now to our regularly scheduled femboy program ^^

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AU:
Modern Japan, fashion designer

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Premise:
"As the deadline of his final project of the semester draws near, fashion student Kurapika Kurta is blessed by the appearance of a new face and the struck of inspiration she brought along with her. Six foot four and just as desperate to make a name for themself as a runway model, a deal is struck between the young aspiring designer and his muse."

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"Yes, I landed safety..."

"Yeah I know I'm late, but the flight was delayed, I can't do anything about that."

"Yes, yes. Sorry, I know you were only worried about me."

"Oh, it's okay if I show up late right? I want to get something to eat first."

"Yeah, I guess I should drop off the luggage first. I'll just get myself something while at the airport I guess.

"Yeah, okay. Bye-bye, love you too. Tell everyone else I'm alright, okay?"

You clicked off the phone and sighed.

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"Remember, you are only to scout for appropriate models for the project this week, nothing more, nothing less. Your clothes should be made and designed with their features especially in mind so do not rush this. Class dismissed."

Looking over the quick sketch he had drawn up earlier, Kurapika sighed. It seemed like they wouldn't be of use anymore...

The objective of this project was a simple one: to find a model and incorporate their very identity into the outfit's design. Everything from their skin tone too, their height, to their body type, everything must be incorporated into the design of their outfit.

The reward for acing this project?

A school covered trip to 20##'s Paris Fashion Week for the winner and one other person they had in mind. Nothing big of course with it being only the dream of every designer and model alike in the modern age.

Kurapika picked up his messenger bag and began to make his way home, bidding his teacher a goodbye as he walked out. He needed to find someone fast, and that someone needed to help him win this competition.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, the blond took out his phone and scrolled through the notifications. The academy should have already transferred the funds needed for this project to his school-account. And sure enough there it was.

100,000 yen.

The minimum amount was three outfits so it should work out fine. Thank the lord this academy spoils its young talents, the young man wouldn't have survived this far had it not in all honestly. Making clothes wasn't exactly a cheap hobby despite what fast fashion might lead you to believe.