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¨Ughhhh why does it already have to be morning, I have to go to the stupid studio today¨ I picked up my phone from the nightstand and shut off the alarm, after I just layed back down and scrolled through photogram seeing the thousand of shares and comments on my posts along with millions of likes. Being a famous model is hard, everywhere you go someone is there
wanting your autograph. Sometimes it's scary how much people know about me, I'm not sure where they find all this information but it kinda worries me.
I got out of bed and went to take a shower before heading to the studio for the day to get some shots in for the new volleyball clothing line. I don't play volleyball but the photographers said I had a perfect body for it, I was thinking of trying it but my modeling would get in the way. Today the stylist chose a navy blue and black volleyball jersey that was detailed with the number 9 on the front and back. He also chose some matching shorts that had the same navy blue and black design, they were a bit too short for my taste but this is what I get paid for. Along with that he chose a pair of black sneakers and a volleyball jacket that had the same colors as the jersey.
I took off the pajamas I had on and went to throw them in my laundry basket when I realized that this photoshoot was announced to the public so there definitely will be a lot of people crowded around the building. After I threw my laundry in the basket I got in the shower and immediately my skin got burned from the blazing hot water. I quickly turned the knob to make the water cooler, after it cooled down a bit I took the coconut scented shampoo from the shower shelf and squeezed a bit into my hand. While scrubbing it into my hair I hadn't realized a little had dripped down my forehead, before I could catch it the soapy substance went into my eye. ¨Mother fucker! Shit!¨ I screamed and jumped out of the shower to grab a towel, by the time I got the towel my eye had been all red from the burning of the coconut soap. Hopefully it would be ok by the time of the shoot, if not they can just edit it out. I got back in the shower to continue to clean myself but just with a little more caution. After I finished rinsing out the shampoo I got the conditioner off the shelf and squeezed some into my hand, as it gently hit my palm the scent of the coconut swirled with the steam in the room and made an amazing aroma.
After finishing up in the shower I got out and put a towel around my waist, I walked into my room to grab the clothes for the shoot but noticed they weren't there. I looked around the room and noticed my dog Tobu (which means fly in japanese c: added little fun fact) laying on the ripped up clothes and chew mark laced shoes. The all black German Shepherd laid there with innocence in his eyes while I had an expression on my face like someone just got murdered, pure fear. Now I don't know what to do, what is going to happen, what will I wear, are there backups at the studio, will the shoot go one, and most importantly… what will Kazuya say, I know his name means calm but he can be a pretty stressed and non calmful stylist. All these thoughts shooting through my head I just had to take a break and sit down at my desk to think about what i'm going to do. I quietly sat at my desk and calmed myself down for a few minutes then I picked up my phone to call Kazuya, with every ring of the dialing tone my heart dropped another inch into my stomach. When I finally heard his voice that's when my whole body froze and fear took over which made me stutter.
¨Hello? Kageyama are you there? Wait you never call in the morning.. What happened? Are you ok? Are you almost here? Are you ready for the shoot?¨ All these words made my mind go blank, I knew he would do something like this but it kinda made me feel bad because he's only worried since I called him in the morning. I must not be a very good person to where he only thinks I call him because somethings wrong, but I had no time to feel bad because something very bad happened.
¨Uh heyyyyy Kazuya… so something bad might've happened to the clothes...¨ Just from me saying that I could already feel his already unstable calmness switch to not calm at all as I heard a quiet gasp from the other line. ¨So I got in the shower and came out to see Tobu laying on the ripped up clothes and shoes¨ That sentence must have pushed him over the edge because I heard a groan from the other line. (not like that you nasty horny bitches..just kidding love you guys <3)
¨You're lucky I'm such an amazing stylist and assistant because I have a backup outfit for you, it's not blue and black like the other one tho¨ Before he could finish that sentence I cut him off.
¨What color is it?¨
¨Well if you would let me finish I could explain to you, so the outfit you did have was an original outfit, it didn't belong to any teams. But now since that one is gone all we have is a team outfit, it's orange and black and goes to the school in the Miyagi Prefecture called Karasuno. I have to call them and tell them that the advertising will be free because of this situation.¨ Kazuya said it in such a stressed tone that I felt really bad but ill make it up to him by taking him out for lunch someday this week.
¨Thank you so much Kazuya you really are an amazing assistant, so will I just meet you at the studio for the clothes?¨
``Yeah i'll just meet you at the studio and give the outfit to you there.´´
``See ya´´ After I hung up the phone I looked back over at Tobu and let out a loud sigh while walking over to my closet to get clothes out to wear until I arrive at the studio. I grabbed out a black sweatshirt that had a volleyball on the front of it because the designer had given one to all of the people working with the shoot as a gift, even Kazuya got one. After I pulled out a pair of plain black sweatpants with white drawstrings hanging at the waist I got a baseball hat out of the deep part of my closet and some sunglasses to hide my identity in case I walk by some crazy fangirls.
About 5 minutes into walking towards the studio I looked at my phone and saw the news from yesterday, I had been avoiding looking at the news for a few days because it always stressed me out. A lot of the news is sad and depressing so I tend to stay away but today I had a good feeling.
When my phone screen lit up I saw the news from about a week ago and the headline said ¨Scientifically proven soulmates!¨ I scoffed at the title but was intrigued to keep reading. I briefly scanned my eyes over the text and the words ¨Childhood TV show crush¨ caught my eye. Reading deeper into it the article explained how the feature of your childhood tv show crush will be very similar, if not all the same, will be on your soulmate. I thought back to mine and thought of the orange hair and hazel eyed male he saw in a couple episodes of The Great Jump (Made up anime) as a guest star. I believe his name was Akio Akira, the character he played was a petite basketball player that was too short for playing the sport but he was determined to show that height doesn't matter if you have a good jump. Thinking back I remember how one of the main characters looked just like me.
About a block away from the studio the idea of meeting my soulmate that looks like my childhood crush put a smile on my face and a spark in my heart. My thoughts were distracted by my phone screen lighting up and started playing a catchy toon.
“Shit I forgot to turn my ringer off” I mistakenly said out loud which attracted a group of girls that were about 3 yards away.
“Omg thats Tobio Kageyama!!!” The first annoying girl said, she had a pink crop top on with a pair of ripped blue jeans and a blonde ponytail in her hair.
“Omg Amanda your right! AHHHH” The second obnoxious girl said, she had a soft purple long sleeve turtleneck crop top on and a pair of really short denim shorts. She had a light brown braid in her hair with a matching purple headband on holding loose strands.
The third girl just grabbed the other two's arms to hold them back.
“Guys calm down you know he’s on his way to a shoot right now and can't talk.” She looked wide eyed to me while tilting her head in the direction I was going as telling me to run. As I started to run I looked back at the girl that had a Green full shirt and some black leggings on with her black hair ending at her shoulders. I turned back around and kept running until I heard the noise of the two loud girls running up behind me, along with them was paparazzi...of course. While picking up my pace I decided to take another route to the studio since my original path had been blocked by tons of people with cameras already seeing light flash at the front doors of the studio. Luckily, I had Kazuya’s number on speed dial so I quickly rang him up to tell him about the situation.
“Wait so Tobio, take one step back, what happened exactly?”
“I accidentally forgot to turn off my ringer so my phone buzzed and then a group of girls saw me and started freaking out then another girl held them back while I ran then while I was running to the studio I started hearing the paparazzi behind me so I started picking up my pace but when I saw the studio in sight there was a big swarm of paparazzi with camera and microphone just standing there and now i'm standing on the side of the studio freaking out not knowing what to do.’’
“Ok um wow, that was a lot of information to take in at one time. Ok so start walking to the backside of the building and i'll meet you at the back door. There are a few doors but just look for the one with my name on it. Stay safe and i'll see you in a few”
I didn't know how Kazuya was so calm but I admired him for it, he was always in a cheerful spirit and it was hard to get him disappointed or down. Kazuya was one of the joyful and upbeat Gays, the one you could easily tell are not straight just by listening to him talk for 5 seconds (hope this did not offend anyone, my gay bestie says this is how he acts and im lesbian so im not trying to be rude, if this is rude let me know and ill take it out).
After about 5 minutes of searching for the door I found it, it was a steel door that had a name tag on it that said “Kazuya Nakamura” indented into the metal tag. Everyone Kazuya met he had always insisted they called him by his first name.
I walked into the studio breathing in the scent of hair spray taking a moment to relax my nerves I walked to the desk and sat down preparing for the shoot at the catastrophe of interviews coming after.
Word Count: 2,089!
AN: Hey guys its me the Author! You can call me Ti or just Author <3 Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far and thank you for reading!
~Ti / Author