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An elegant smile softly spread across your face, your hands touching your soft hair with delicacy, your legs crossed under the wooden desk. And, hard to ignore, your foot moving slowly in a circling motion. Your classy composure hides your real emotions so well, you're a woman of style. But, in reality, you're completely losing it.
Shit, he’s so handsome.
The blond man sitting in front of you is explaining his parcels and exorcism plan as he moves his hand left and right. He looks serious, professional, and focused. His name is Reigen Arataka, or The Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century. You didn't know anything about him until twenty minutes earlier, when you entered his office.
You work as a photo model in a well known modeling agency in Seasoning City. You recently started catwalks, but you're mainly featured on local fashion magazines covers and billboard signs across the city. Your career is going well, except for this feeling that you just can't shake off. In the last few months, every time you pose you feel a haunting presence weighing on your shoulder. It's like a cold, gloomy breeze. It didn't stop you from getting your work done, but it was more energy consuming than it should be. You didn't believe in ghosts, to be clear. But your friends suggested that you call a psychic, and so you did. You chose the cheapest in town, just to give it a try. But nothing could have prepared you for this situation.
«So, considering the context, I think the best exorcism plan is the second in my list, miss»
You snap back to reality and quickly realize that you didn't listen to a single word he said. Too busy staring at the swift gestures of his hands. You have to play it cool.
«How about you come with me to my next shooting? I have to get there in 30 minutes. Maybe you can take care of the problem on the spot. I'll be glad to pose for you if it can help, Reigen-san» you smile, resting your chin on your hand.
It was weird. Usually men were the ones who chased you, and fell for you right on the spot. This is your first time being head over heels for a man, and at first sight too. You can't exactly pin point what it is that makes you twirl your hair around your index, and smile so intently. Maybe his ginger hair, or the way he articulates words. Or his grey suit and eccentric pink tie, and charismatic smile.
The man exudes sex. In a sort of pathetic, sketchy way.
«Fine by me» Reigen replies.
You clap your hands together and spark him a shiny smile «Great! Let's go then!»
As you go ahead to bring your car in front of the building, Reigen closes the office. Mob is at school and no clients are expected to come for the next few hours.
The conman trots down the stairs quickly so that he can reach you. But a presence grazes his shoulders.
«Oi, Reigen»
Reigen turns around and grumbles as his gaze meets a familiar green cloud.
«What, Dimple»
«That lady is most certainly hitting on you»
Reigen almost trips down the stairs. He quickly recollects himself as he stops in the middle of the stairwell.
«That's not true»
«Pff» the spirit spits «it's so obvious»
Reigen descends the stairs again, the sound of his shoes stomping on the floor booming in the echoey building.
«It's not obvious because she's not hitting on me! You're just saying it to make fun of me»
The green spirit floats backwards, in front of Reigen's face. He looks dead serious.
«Look man, I would never use such a poor excuse for a joke. I mean, a knockout model hitting on you? That would be too unrealistic!»
Reigen rolls his eyes and just keeps going, trying to ignore Dimple.
The latter agitates a little green arm in front of his face «Hellooo? She was literally eating you up with her preying eyes! Basically giggling and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl! And what about the "I'll be glad to pose for you~"»
Dimple channeled his most feminine, high-pitched voice to say that. Green little hands intertwined, eyes glittering and eyelashes fluttering. It pisses Reigen off.
«Miss (Y/N) is not hitting on me. And even if she were, obviously in a very parallel and distant world, I would never get my way with her. She's my client, and I'm a professional»
«Whatever you say dude...I warned you»
Dimple didn't pop out until later on, when you and Reigen get to your modeling agency. Everything is ready for the photoshoot of today, lights, cameras, setting. As Reigen wanders around pretending to scan for spirits, you're approached by your publicist, Haru.
«Is he the male stripper we rented for Momo's birthday?» she asks, pointing a finger towards Reigen.
«What? No! That's the psychic you suggested I call!» you exclaim.
«Oooh! Is he here to help you exorcise that spirit?»
«We don't know if there's a spirit yet, but he's here to help me out»
«And how are things going?»
«I want to sleep with him»
«(Y/N)!»
«I'm sorry, I can't help it!»
«Okay, I'll reschedule your Christmas jumpers shooting for next week. No big deal even if we don't do it today. Now go put some lingerie on»
«I love you so much, dearie»
In the end, there really was a spirit giving you a hard time during shootings. Or, to be specific, a curse. Dimple was able to detect it in no time, a cloud of gloomy, red smoke hovering over your shoulders. He absorbed it completely and you immediately felt the pressure on your back being released. Your pics came out perfect, flawless. You even put some extra work with that lingerie since you had a guest. And you did catch his brown eyes getting lost in the fabric of your garments, not without a sprinkle of guilt. It was a sight you yearned from men. Seeing them guilty for how mesmerized they are. But Reigen was dense. All afternoon you sent many hints that you, in fact, were flirting with him, but he didn't catch them. You still have time.
Of course you have no idea that the one to get rid of the curse was Dimple, Reigen played it out as if he was the one doing all the magic. Dimple got accustomed to it.
«Thank you so much, Reigen-san» you smile, stunning as always. You already changed in your casual clothes, your body covered in a long, beige trenchcoat.
«No big deal, it was a small fish»
Dimple rolls his eyes behind Reigen's shoulder, but you can't see him.
The sun is setting behind the building of your modeling agency. Reigen is smoking a cigarette, he asked you in advance if it bothers you, and you asked if you can join him. Reigen takes a quick glimpse at you. Even the way you smoke transpires elegance. His cheeks are lightly powdered in pink.
«I feel kinda bad though, I didn't pay you enough»
«No need to feel bad, I'm confident in my pricings»
«So you're gonna reject my drink invitation?»
Reigen chokes a puff of smoke. He throws you a quick glance and sees you smiling calmly, smoke slowly flowing out of your half-open lips. Dimple's words started floating in his own head. Was he right all along? Or you're just being nice? Do you really want to go out for a drink? Then, words just spill out on their own.
«Never said that»
You take a hit of your cigarette «Good, I'll lead the way»
There's something in your presence. So resulted, classy, confident. A different kind of confidence compared to Reigen. You always know how to behave, how to present yourself. It's hypnotic, magnetic even. Reigen can't help but be left speechless. He would lie to himself if he said that you weren't the prettiest woman he has ever seen. As you two walk towards your parked car, Reigen feels a familiar presence again.
«I told you, dude! She's all over you!» Dimple exlciams, waving his cloudy hands in front of Reigen.
«Shut the fuck up, she's not!»
You turn around «Did you say something?»
Reigen shakes his head vigorously, a bead of sweat running down his temple in embarrassment «N-nothing!»
The lounge bar you picked looks too expensive for Reigen's pockets. But you assured him that the drinks were on you, and ignored his insistence in paying. So now you and Reigen are sitting in front of each other, still dressed as you were this afternoon. He kinda feels out of place with his office suit on. But you fit the luxurious atmosphere so well. Your figure, your red dress, your make up and smile. The way you talk, and laugh, and politely order two martinis. This place looks like it was made for you and you only.
Talking with Reigen is an experience that you honestly expected very much. He's an interesting person, he's kind, funny, and smart. You didn't get the hots for him only for his looks. You understood the kind of person he was the moment he started listening to your problems this afternoon. He might look like the average japanese functional working citizen, but you saw right through him immediately.
And Reigen thinks the same of you. You're not only extremely attractive, confident and classy. You're cultured, intelligent, witty. He feels like talking to you is so easy, a feeling he didn't always get from others, or at least it wasn't often reciprocated. He wants to listen more of your words, of your mind. He's slowly getting hypnotized. You have a way with words, with gestures. The way you place your hand on your chin, or tuck hair behind your ear, is not casual. Everything you do is measure and balance. And the way you listen to his most complicated thoughts makes him want to tell you more, to stay a bit longer. He's enjoying himself for once in a while, laughing without thinking about anything else.
You put down your martini after taking a sip «By the way, Reigen, I think my photoshoot came out really well»
In a slow, sensual movement, you cross your legs behind the table, your dress brushing against your bare skin with a velvet-like sound. You let one of your heels hang from the tip of your foot, then drop it down to the floor completely. Without any premeditation, you let your foot travel up Reigen's leg, first his ankle and then all the way up under the fabric of his pants.
«Maybe you should come to all my shootings from now on» you coo.
His shock is evident. Reigen locks his lips and holds his breath as he feels your foot stroking his leg under his pants. He wants to say something, but he can't.
Is she playing footsie with me?!
And then, for only God knows how many times, Dimple pops out again behind him, making Reigen jump on the spot.
«I fucking told you man!»
«I'm flirting with you, Reigen-san»
«Okay Dimple maybe you were right but what the fuck do I- say what?!»
You suppress a small giggle «I said that I'm flirting with you, Reigen. Since you didn't really seem to catch it»
Reigen gets pale «Oh»
«I can stop though, if you're not interested in...more. Pursuing men so much is not my style. But I don't regret trying»
Your foot falls down from his leg and gets back to your heel, sliding it inside. You rest your chin in your hand, scanning Arataka's face for a reaction. He looks so embarrassed that it has you concerned. Did you go too far? To be completely honest, you liked messing with men. Making them look at you, leaving them speechless. But in a completely harmless way. Your last wish was to make Reigen uncomfortable in any way. You're about to say something, but you get interrupted.
«No, it's fine!» Reigen yelps, a nervous smile cracking on his face.
He mentally facepalms himself for sounding too excited, and too high pitched. But the reassuring smile you show him makes all his worries fade away. He doesn't feel judged, or under scrutiny.
«I-I mean» he resumes «I won't hold back if you're interested in...more»
Jesus he feels so stupid. But maybe you like stupid. It's written in the way you lean forward on your shared table, your hand reaching for his pink tie. You lightly pull it to encourage Reigen to come forward as well, sensually stroking it with two hands as you feel his throat gulp out of nervousness.
«I'm glad to hear, Reigen. Otherwise I would have felt very lonely tonight, in my apartment»
Then, you get up from your seat, and Reigen does the same. Mustering up some courage, Reigen extends his hand for you to take it. You happily oblige, placing yours in his palm. With a satisfied look on your face, you proceed to walk out of the lounge bar, hand in hand with the man you chased all day.
Without you noticing, Dimple appears in front of Reigen one last time.
«Can I come?» he asks.
«Fuck, no!» Reigen growls under his teeth.
«Did you say something?» you ask.
«Nothing!»