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MY MODEL
"Stand still, [Name]." Mitsuya sighed. Mitsuya held a piece of fabric in his mouth while trying to see which ribbon would fit them better.
"I am! Jeez, can't you just ask your little girlfriend to do this for you?" [Name] referred to the girl who thought Mitsuya was the only deliquent who wasn't bad.
"D'aww, is [Name] [Last Name] jealous?" Mitsuya questioned as he wrote down some more improvements on the design of the clothing. "Turn around."
[Name] obeyed and turned, her eyes wandered back. "Jealous?" They scoffed, "Now why would I be jealous, Mr. Only Good Deliquent Out There?" [Name] playfully asked, a grin adorning they features.
Mitsuya rolled his eyes, "Come on, [Name]. It's obvious you have a crush on me." Mitsuya smoothly stated.
"Crush? Oh, please. It's more likely you have a crush on me!" [Name] punched his shoulder lightly.
"Don't move while doing this, and it's quite a possibility. I'll say, you may have stolen my heart already." Mitsuya jotted down the final sketches.
"Of course you fell for me, I mean, who wouldn't?" [Name] replied with a playful tone. [Name] stopped as they heard Mitsuya stopping everything he was doing. His fabric was set down, and he walked up closer to them.
Mitsuya leaned into their ear, his warm breath sending tingles down their stomach. "Don't give me that, [Name]. I wasn't joking around." Mitsuya looked into their eyes and starting chuckling lowly, "Look how red you've gotten, how cute." Mitsuya brushed his finger to hold their cheek.
"Hold your horses, pretty boy." [Name] pushed Mitsuya's face away from theirs. "Stop playing around, Takashi. You keep messing with my feelings."
Mitsuya held his head in annoyance, "Why can't you just understand, [Name]? I like you. Is it that hard to understand?"
"Well- I- just.." [Name] looked down.
"If you aren't going to return my feelings, just go." Mitsuya pushed lightly out of the room.
"Hold it, Takashi; Fine, okay! I like you too, I guess. Whatever. Nothing serious. So what I like you? Got a problem with tha-" [Name] was met with Mitsuya's lips connecting theirs.
"Was it really that hard to say I love you, my little model?" Mitsuya licked his lips.
"You are so not Takashi, where'd my calm, sweet, and loving boy go?!" [Name] cried out.
"Shhhh," Mitsuya kissed them again.
"Oh, and, by the way. You're the only one worthy to be touched by my hands- of course I chose you!" Mitsuya smiled.
"Shut up, just give me another kiss, stupid." [Name] leaned in.
