𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

GYROAXIA Members X Reader

(Gyroaxia x Fashion designer reader/LRFES setting) (l/n) = last name

"Then, it's settled. I leave you to it," he ordered, pushing his glasses up front. Grey hair, glistening under the office's lights. Navy blue suit and all.

"Are you sure? You know I only started in this industry. I mean...gyroaxia..LR-Fes..it all seems so overwhelming, Mashu." You rub a hand against the back of your wrist, feeling your fingers grip against the skin. Just hearing these words come out of that man's lips seemed stressful enough. The fact that Sapporo's most famous rock band has come to perform in the LR-Fes and you were the one in charge of their design and makeup. It all seemed to melt into your brain. Making it ache like there was no tomorrow. "My team is remarkable, but with me in charge? Me?" you argued. Hands, behind your back. Playing with your thumbs like your life depended on it. "Are you sure?"

Mashu's eyes shot upwards, "gyroaxia deserves the best of the best. Both in music and visuals. The backstage and lighting crew are working hard as is." The suited man stalked forwards, "I'm sure you know your skills in the makeup and fashion industry well, miss (l/n). You don't dare to disappoint, is that correct?"

Your eyes dragged towards the marble floors. Staring into the reflection of your boots. This was your first real job as the lead of a makeup and fashion design crew; the weight of pressure, heavily present in your arms. But all you worked hard for to earn this spot would have been nothing if you backed down now. Despite your doubts pulling you down.

"If you weren't even up for the job, why come in the first place? If you won't do it, I might as well call over another team."

Your blood went cold.

He continued, "I suggest you leave now, or you lose your chance at ever becoming big in this indus-

-I'll do it. I'll..I'll do my best," you interrupted.

There was a brief pause. Before Mashu smirked and looked towards his office window. Overlooking the outside as he locked his pale fingers together.

"Perfect timing miss (l/n). They're here."

~timeskip~

You had come prepared, and already had a rough draft design of what their fes outfits would look like. Wanting to keep the theme within gyro's pre-existing style, as well as complementing each member's unique fashion taste. From Kenta's formal, classy style, to Ryo's punk fits.

Your crew was already on the move. Getting out the fabrics and any more materials needed.

"(Y/n), do you know if there are any extra-

one of your crew mates got interrupted by sound of a door swinging open. All to reveal five tall men walking through. One of them with silver hair. Messy and rough. His face, adorned with a huge scowl. And there was another man with eyes as bright as gold, wearing a black turtleneck. All while keeping his distance from the silver haired one. And another one that seemed to tower over everyone else in the room-with a muse look on his face and a lollipop lodged between his pursed lips. The fourth one, confident in his stride as his golden locks swayed beside his broad shoulders.

One of them stepped forward to greet you. Sharp face and all. You swore he looked familiar right off the bat. Like you'd already seen him somewhere. "Excuse us of our tardiness, miss..?" the red haired man explained.

You caught yourself dazed in his turquoise eyes. Aquamarine. Teal. Cyan. Whatever gorgeous color they were behind those glasses of his. He shook his hand out, waiting for yours. "Ah..! (l/n)! But just call me (y/n). I'll be the manager for gyro's outfits and makeup for the fes." You bowed.

"Satozuka Kenta. Lead guitar," he says, before continuing to the other members. "And in case you have forgotten, this is our vocalist Asahi Nayuta, bassist Akebono Ryo, guitarist Misono Reon, and drummer Sakaigawa Miyuki. We'll be in your care from now on." He bowed back, along with the other members.

Their presence was strong. So much so, that seeing them in front of you with bare eyes, was enough to make you feel like you should bow down. You were sure everyone in the room felt it too. That surge of respect that came out of nowhere. Truly, this king-like aura the Sapporo fans have reported, wasn't just mere exaggeration. This was the real deal. This was Gyroaxia.