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Asahi tapped open a group chat with his best friends, looking for encouragement and distraction. He noticed that his last message went unanswered, and his anxiety spiked again. Asahi swallowed once, trying to suppress the urge to vomit. This was the worst time for them to ignore me. Moments passed, and Asahi paced in a slow circle backstage, barely noticing the bustling groups of models, makeup artists, designers, and crew members. He switched from pacing, to foot tapping, then back again, and felt a cold sweat creeping in.
“Hey, are you Asahi Azumane?” a bright voice snapped Asahi’s brain back to attention. He blinked, taking in the stranger before him, “Uh yes?”
The individual in question was strikingly attractive. Though a couple heads shorter than Asahi, they had an overwhelming warmth and confidence. Asahi took a second to glance over their features; perfectly coiffed, dark hair with bleached accents, fiercely bright brown eyes, and a defined jawline. He was dressed simply but purposefully; fitted, if not tight, black jeans hugged his toned legs, a white v-neck tee was tucked under a brown belt with the sleeves rolled once. Asahi was never one to claim to have a type, but… damn.
Series
- Part 1 of Making Adjustments