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• So sweet.
(Y/n) applied a rose-colored blush as she watched herself on her large vanity with lights that brightened up her space.
"I feel so pretty." She put her hands on her cheeks, her brush pointed away from her face.
Someone stomped their way into (Y/n)'s room and angrily pushed open her door, "We're going to be late for your flight (Y/n)! You got a runway to walk on, you know!" The petite blonde girl exclaimed from the other end of the room.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes as she walked out of the building with her manager.
She peered away from her phone, "Yachi can we get smoothies before we go?"
"Absolutely not."
Security guards boarded one of (Y/n)'s black vans, in total three vans drove to the airport with (Y/n) sat in the second van with Yachi.
The model put her blue-light glasses on her head, "Is this one for Victoria's Secret?"
"No (Y/n)," Yachi massaged her temples, "Dior."
"Oh, so we're going to Paris?" (Y/n) spoke to herself, "I hate fashion week dude."
"Nishinoya is going by the way."
Her eyes gleamed, "Never mind I feel better now."
Getting through the airport was more hectic than getting (Y/n) away from the mirror, people saw the (F/n) (L/n)!
She'd professionally take a couple of photos regardless of her guard's worries—She is known to be alluring–enchanting anyone with her sweet personality and looks.
Sweet like nectar, her staff does not work like dogs. She is cooperative when time is their greatest enemy, only playful when there is time to spare.
Yachi leads her backstage, where many vanities are occupied. Eyes, lips, and cheeks were painted to fit the runway's theme—Swans.
Although it was a hidden theme, the audience had to make the connection with who wore white or black and makeup had a huge role to implement the effect.
If a model wore white, she could either have doe eyes or siren eyes?
But (Y/n)?
The audience was given ice cream bars which the models got ahold of, some fed their bitten ice cream bars to the audience.
(Y/n) hits the runway with cute makeup, and seducing hips, and her catwalk screamed ill-intentioned against her doe-eyes and cute lips as she took a hypnotic bite from her ice cream.
She fed a man who sat next to a painter, he had a blonde streak running low on the middle front part of his hair since he let his hair down for this occasion.
(Y/n) bit her lip with an obvious grin, her cute face deceived her audience as they cheered away for the ice cream she'd bitten.
Flight after flight, she returned to Japan and into her expensive apartment complex which she and Yachi live in.
(Y/n) wiped her keycard and jumped on her bed after days of being on heels and teasing Nishinoya. She scrolls away on social media for hours on end, (Y/n) loves the public as they give her constructive criticism or praise after her showcases.
Videos with the tag, (F/n) ice cream, went viral as her fans knew the man she fed, Yuu Nishinoya, and her fans prevented a scandal between the two.
She sent a TikTok of her viral ice cream to Yachi with a message attached.
[I look sexy Yachi I wanna see him again now] —Seen
(Y/n) heard a thud from above then bed creaking followed, her jaw dropped as she knew Yachi and Yamaguchi were going at it.
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Super Sexyz
Hinata, Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto, (Y/n)
Guys
who has a guest bedroom
that is not OCCUPIED
seen by Bokuto
Hinata: Suga is using it cuz he wants to get away from his students for the week
Sakusa: can't
but don't u have other rooms?
hey
theyr going AT IT.
its shaking up this whole complex
Atsumu: lolz
Osamu kinda hangs out here if u don't mind
he has a preferred guest room so just use the one next to my room
tysm tsumu, tell ur brother that i'm coming over so he can prepare smth for me
Atsumu: okayyyyy
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Right as (Y/n) stepped near Atsumu's front door, the smell of food filled the two-story home.
"Hiya (Y/n)," Atsumu opened the door and he let her take off her shoes. "Samu brought an old friend of ours—He isn't weird or anything and he won't be long." He said in a quiet, almost whispering voice.
Her head tilted, "As long as I don't hear clapping I'll be fine."
Atsumu cheekily smiled as he let her be in his home as he knew fashion week was grueling for models.
