The Ultimate Stride | Prince of Stride Fanfiction |

6 | Modeling

    | {Kyouko's P.O.V.} |

    "Wow, it's so... sparkly," I stared in awe as our lively group of seven approached the large studio where we would be meeting Heath's older sister.

    The building had a very cutting-edge look to it, and the logo 'D's' was printed in big, red letters above the main entrance.

    Heath's sister must be a really big deal.

    "It won't feel so sparkly once you're talking to the demon that runs the place," Heath shuddered as he held the front door open for us, allowing us to enter.

    "She can't be that bad, cut her some slack. I mean, she is going out of her way to sponsor our team, so we shouldn't be complaining," I shrugged, entering the main lobby with a small skip in my step.

    After our surprise meeting at my apartment the previous day, Heath contacted his sister, Diane, and asked if she would sponsor our team for the upcoming Kichijoji festival against Saisei Academy, and she gladly accepted our request.

    But of course, she wanted us to model for her in return.

    So there we were, prepared to waste away our Saturday mornings for the sake of our team's new sponsorship.

    Nana, Fujiwara, Hozumi, Kodowaki, Riku, and I all took a seat in the lobby area while Heath called for his sister at the main desk.

    The lobby consisted of sleek, black and white furniture, and the walls were covered by large, colorful paintings. It had a very cool atmosphere, and I was thoroughly impressed by the layout of the room.

    "So, what's Heath's sister like?" Nana asked innocently as she fiddled with the ends of her ponytail. She was wearing a pale-green sun dress along with a simple, white cardigan. She looked very cute.

    Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've seen everyone in casual clothes...

    "Well, Diane can be very... energetic?" Kadowaki answered, seeming unsure of his own words. He was wearing black jeans along with a green jacket. A very ordinary outfit.

    I looked over to Fujiwara who was sitting on the sofa across from me. He was wearing black skinny jeans along with a navy-blue v-neck. The v-neck wasn't extreme, but it was low enough to the point where you could perfectly see his defined collarbone from nearly any direction. He had a very cool look going on.

    Surprisingly, Fujiwara has a semi-good sense of style.

    "More like demonic," Hozumi grumbled, sounding rather salty about his current situation. He was wearing light-wash cropped skinny jeans along with a yellow hoodie. He had a very bubbly style, and his appearance reminded me of Spring.

    As I stared at Hozumi's outfit, I failed to notice that he was looking directly at me, a grin present on his face.

    "You look cute today, Kyouko," he chimed, gesturing to my outfit.

I was wearing a loose fitted, pale-blue T-shirt that had a single white stripe going horizontally across the front of it, and a pair of light-grey shorts. That was something that I had thrown together last-second because I had woken up late, so I knew it wasn't all that cute.