You can remember your first day at the studio well. Stumbling into the room, bag clutched close to your chest. You had clutched your bag so to keep it safe from the rain, seeing as the day decided to grant you a sudden shower while you were on your way to work. It also just had to be the day you neglected to bring an umbrella. So, sopping wet, you greeted your superiors and quickly attempted to set up the camera.
Of course, that would be all you really had to do that day. After all, you were only an assistant to the actual professional photographer for the shoot. You were only a high school student, so your first step into the professionalism you sought would be setting up stands and grabbing coffee for everyone. Did it suck? It very much did. But call it a right of passage for all those starting out.
At least, that's what you said to comfort yourself. Truthfully, you were using every fiber in your body to plaster on a smile despite your growing frustration. This was so pathetic. Here you were, shivering to the bone, hair damp, and being ordered around like a dog. Could this day get any worse?
Indeed, it could. The next moment, before you could fathom it, you had bumped into someone whilst turning around from the coffee maker. This meant that the two piping hot cups of coffee you had in your hands got knocked over with the force of the bump. You gasped sharply, both in surprise and pain, when the heated liquid went spraying everywhere. Surely, this is the worst the day could get, right? No.
"Are you okay, Asaka-san?!" A nearby production worker squeaked and ran to the aid of the person you had just bumped into. You raised your head at this supposed 'Asaka-san.' Immediately, you were greeted with the face of one of the most attractive boys you had ever seen in your life. His eyes were a nice, slanted crystal blue; his hair was groomed to perfection; the line of his face shape was too good to be true; his lips! Were you drooling or was that just excess rainwater?
You soon caught yourself out of your stupor, a flush coming up your face faster than you wished. Looking down at your lap, you chose to ignore the burning feeling of the coffee on your chest and attempted to gather yourself.
"I—I'm so sorry! I turned too quickly! I just—," You clutched the cups to your chest and stood, "I'll get you a napki—!"
Yet, when you looked up, the handsome boy was already being catered to by the crew at the studio with numerous towels and a new shirt. You stood there dumbly, mouth open in silent desperation at what to do. This guy seemed like someone special—Oh no. Is he one of the models for the photoshoot?
"Well, it's a good thing you're not wearing the designer clothes you were meant to for today." The director muttered, looking unimpressed at the scene.
"Imagine what a disaster that would have been!" The photographer you were assisting clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. Shit, so he is one of the models?! You bit your lip nervously as the photographer, as well as the director, turned on you at the same time.
"Next time, do be careful!" The director shook his head mildly in disappointment. The photographer, on the other hand, looked much more cross with you, seeing as you were directly under his supervision.
"Yes, we need you here to help. Not potentially cause a wardrobe malfunction on your first day." You shivered slightly at his cold stare and nodded sheepishly.
"Oh, don't be so hard on her. It was only a mistake; I should have been more aware of my surroundings as well." Your flush worsened when you turned to see that the handsome boy with the crystal blue eyes was speaking. And with a breathtaking smile!
"I—I'm so sorry, again!" You bowed haphazardly.
"You're too nice to the young females on set nowadays, Asaka!" The director gave him a pointed stare. "Better keep that Casanova persona on camera only."
The boy chuckled, slipping his stained shirt off of his shoulders. "Right." You turned your head to the side, biting the corner of your lips. You probably look like an idiot right now. Did the world hate you so much? "Hey." You shot at attention when the Asaka boy flashed you another charming smile, this time in a new dark linen turtleneck that was very branded. "I'm Kai Asaka, your model for today. I take it that you're a new addition to the team?"
"Uh..Puh.." You internally slapped yourself; what were you blabbering so much for? "I'm Y/N...Nice to meet you." You finally managed to choke out.
Suddenly, the crowd around the pair of you dispersed; and you soon realized that it was because the director announced the beginning of the photo op. You looked around, still slightly disoriented. With a chuckle, Kai patted you on the shoulder and walked past you, not without a word or two. "Look forward to working with you. Might want to change outfits first, though."
Oh, right. You were still very much drenched in coffee. Suddenly, the burns on your skin felt very real.
"Ow..."
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Although you really wished it hadn't, the fact that you were the girl who spilled coffee on rising student model Kai Asaka was becoming a stamp of notoriety. If it wasn't the head photographer making sly comments about your consistent clumsiness, it was the crew members who were around the same age as you giggling at your frequent slip-ups. You thought you'd be able to make some friends after a week of working at the cursed studio, but you soon found yourself to be very, very wrong.
A heavy sigh left your lips as you stared down at the snack you packed yourself for that day. A measly meat bun rest in your hands; a rather hefty snack but hey, you weren't exactly having the time of your life. You sat just outside the door to the studio, leaning against where a mini garden decorated the entrance. The look on your face was almost pathetic as you stared into the sea of vehicles, alone and pouting. That is, until a voice decided to grace your ears—a voice you found yourself wanting to listen to more and more as the days went by.
You squeaked and turned abruptly to see none other than the victim of your accident just a week ago, Kai Asaka. Your ears tinted red upon eye contact with the boy—he tended to have that effect on people. "O—Oh, Asaka-san..!" You fidgeted and all but crushed your meat bun. "Is—Is there something I can help you with?"
Kai smiled, blue eyes shining with what looked to be amusement. "No, not necessarily. I just wanted to step out and see if you needed some company."
You forced your gaze back to the road, now raising your meat bun to your face so as to cover the blush that was slowly creeping up your neck. "Oh, no! I'm fine, it's probably best I stay out here—after all, we both know what happened the last time I tried to walk freely around on a break."
"You're too hard on yourself." Kai tapped you lightly on the shoulder. "Why don't you step inside with me?"
"No, really, it's fine.."
"I insist." The boy urged, and you felt almost compelled to oblige his request. However--
"Um, I don't know if you notice, Asaka-san..but no one really takes to me well around here." A period of silence followed, and you surmised that the end of your small conversation had come to an abrupt and dissatisfying end. Your eyes fell from the city to your feet, face practically stuffed into the meat bun with how much you wanted to hide yourself.
