Semi stared at Shirabu coldly, ignoring the eyes of his bandmates. "Costume designer?" He echoed.

"Yes."

No one spoke for a few seconds, then Tendou burst out laughing. "Two birds with one stone, nice find, Arisa!" He cackled. "We can fix the disaster!"

The rest of the band followed Tendou's' lead, all of them laughing at Semi. Even Ushijima quietly chuckled.

"Hey, what the hell?" Semi snapped angrily, face flushing. "What do you mean by 'fix the disaster'?!"

"Ah, Semi-semi, you act like you don't know what we mean, but you're the one wearing hot pink shoes with a dark green outfit!" Tendou teased, slinging one arm around Semi and poking his cheek. "You just can't look good!"

Semi swelled up indignantly. "No, not true, I do look good! Have you seen our latest photoshoot?"

Yamagata shrugged with a mischievous grin. "However, Oikawa practically dressed you for that. What Tendou is talking about is that you can't look moderately decent without someone doing it for you."

The new assistant manager frowned at Semi, looking almost offended. "Dark green is not your colour, at least not that shade. You look like a dying bush."

Semi glared at Shirabu, quickly forming a dislike to him. "Whatever you say, brat."

"Hey!" Goshiki piped up again. "That jacket!" He exclaimed, pointing at the leather jacket Shirabu was wearing. "You're that guy who made that custom merch, aren't you?"

"That's how I found him!" Seno explained. "I was originally going to sign him up as the fashion guy but I realised half-way through that he could be even more useful than that."

"Do you like our music, then?" Yamagata asked curiously.

Shirabu barely hesitated as he lied. "No, I haven't heard any of your music. I just made this because my brother likes you guys."

Tendou instantly ditched Semi and popped up behind Shirabu, slinging his arm around him instead with a wild grin. "So, custom clothes, right? Cool hobby."

"It's not my hobby, it's my job," Grunted Shirabu, shouldering Tendou off him casually with a roll of his eyes. "I do it for a living."

Reon tilted his head. "Really? Does it pay well?"

"Well, I'm not loaded, but I'm not struggling in the slightest," Shirabu explained, ducking under Tendou as the redhead tried to catch him again. "Don't you have a leash for this guy?"

Ushijima walked forwards calmly and picked Tendou up under the arms before carrying him away calmly. Taichi pointed. "That's our leash."

Seno smiled at Shirabu nervously. "Sorry, they can come off a little strong, but they're lovely really."

Shirabu shrugged. "It's fine, I don't really mind. As still as I can still be able to work on my custom orders, I can put up with their shit."

"I am so glad I found you," Seno sighed. "I was about to go mad by myself. How about I introduced you to the rest of the team?"

"Sure," Shirabu said, as they turned to go. "If I have to."

The door shut behind the two and Semi sighed loudly. "I thought he'd never leave, the brat."

Goshiki crossed his arms with a small pout. "He seems like a bitch."

Yamagata snickered. "He called Semi out, though."

"Oh, shut up," Sneered Semi, rolling his eyes.

Tendou looked thoughtfully at Semi then looked at where the managers used to be. Ushijima glanced at him curiously. "What are you thinking about, Satori?"

"The ship dynamic between Bangsie and Semi-Semi."

Semi, who had started to tune his guitar again while taking a sip of water, spat his drink out all over Reon and Taichi and rounded on to Tendou with a flushed face. "Are you fucking serious?!"

"Always, Eita, always."

.:*:.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi were just as 'interesting' as the band itself. It was obvious that Shirabu was going to be working with a group of crackheads.

"Unorthodox, my ass," He muttered sarcastically. The redhead acted like a childish Satan, Ushijima's' emotions seemed limited to 'calm' and 'unbothered', the kid with a bowl-cut redefined what it meant to be a brat and constantly complained. Not to mention, that guitarist looked terrible. What a pity...

Shirabu yawned over his dinner that was growing cold as he pushed it around with his fork, too busy thinking to be hungry. What a shame that the cutest one couldn't understand basic colour compatibility. Shirabu had always had a bit of a celebrity crush on Semi Eita. It was nothing anything huge, he didn't have fifty screenshots of him, or a huge cardboard cut-out, like some people, but he was definitely the one Shirabu watched the most in music videos and the only member of E-Harmony whose Instagram he checked up on regularly.

How annoying that he couldn't be as dreamy as he looked.

His phone started to ring and he picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, good evening, is this Shirabu Kenjiro speaking?"

"Uh, yes?"

"This is Seno Arisa, I just wanted to make sure I had remembered your number correctly."

Shirabu sat up properly and cleared his throat. "Oh, right, yes. Do you need anything?"

"Well, I was just looking over the contract details and I wanted to say that I'm happy with all your terms. You're ready to start whenever, right?"

"Yeah, whenever." There was a moment of silence, then Shirabu asked, "Does Semi-san usually dress like that?"

"Hmm?"

"Y'know, his fashion sense and colour coordination. Is that usual?"

"Oh!" Seno laughed lightly. "I'm afraid so. I guess, as a fashion designer, it must've stuck out like a sore thumb, to you, didn't it?"

Shirabu made a face. "I think it nearly caused me physical pain."

"Well, it's your job to fix it now, right? As the official costume designer and my assistant manager, I am putting you in charge of Semi for me. Make sure he looks decent."

"That's gonna be hard."

"I'm sure you can manage," Seno assured. "Well, that's all I was calling you for. Do you have anything you want to ask me before I end the call?"

Shirabu said, "Yeah, what time should I show up tomorrow?"

"Oh, whenever, as long as it's before two in the afternoon, because that's when the band starts to practise."

He frowned. "Why do I have to be there for practice?"

Seno laughed. "Well, I've got a meeting with the record company but the boys are gonna need someone to keep them in check. I can give you the rehearsal schedule and all, just keep them in line and help them out, please."

Shirabu sighed. "Whatev- I mean, of course. Sure, Seno-san, I'll try."

His new boss laughed again at his slip-up. "Alright, then that's all. Oh, and you don' have to call me Seno. I prefer if people just call me Arisa."

"Right, yes, okay, Arisa. I'll turn up tomorrow, then."

"Bye, Shirabu!" Arisa hung up and Shirabu sighed. Okay, if he was going to show up tomorrow, he needed to do something about that fashion disaster. And he was going to need to do it fast.