Clicking my tongue gently, I stand in front of my boyfriend, my hands on my hips. My mind racing a mile a minute as I look at each aspect of his face. A hum leaving my lips as I judge his makeup, pursing my lips as I lick my thumb and gently rub my thumb against his cheek making him chuckle and shake his head. The male sitting patiently for me to let him go, a lopsided grin on his lips as I grab eyeliner from the side and quickly correct the lines to make them more sharp and more neat. Once happy with it, I pull away and take a deep breath.

Perfect.

Thankfully, Keigo understood my jumpy and perfectionist nature going overboard today. He knew how much today meant to me. He hasn't been annoying nor has he been complaining about my skittish behaviour. He's actually been very understandable. He's been helping me get to grips for today after panicking about it for weeks on end. Giving me cuddles when I hit a brick wall, walking and feed Angel when I can't find the energy or the time to do it. He's even offered to allow me to play with the makeup on his face to make up new designs so I can see how it looks on a model instead of just hoping it'll look good on a piece of paper.

Today, after dreading it for weeks on end, was the day that a rather renowned makeup designer was coming into our modelling agency to assess makeup designers in the agency and offering scholarships at her own agency. She's like the All Might or the Endeavor of the Makeup designer industry. She's worked with thousands of celebrities and famous models and top heroes. Her work is phenomenal! She's worked with so many top designers too! She's amazing!

If I got to work with someone like her her, it could be a huge step forward in my career!

Taking a deep breath, I try to compose myself to try and quell my fears. My stomach squeezing and wrenching in trepidation as the photographer knocks on the doors of each dressing room, telling us that she's ready. Keigo sends me a reassuring smile and kisses my forehead gently before taking my hands in his, clearing his throat to catch my attention making me look up at him, fear evident in my eyes. My hands beginning to sweat. Heart in my throat. Head pounding.

"Hey, squeeze my hands baby bird, squeeze them as tight as you can," Keigo offers, chuckling gently as I squeeze his hands as tightly as I possibly can, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as I do so to take a deep breath, "Hey, it's okay, you're gonna be amazing baby,"

"You think so?" I ask gently, fiddling with his fingers, smiling softly toward him as he nods and kisses my forehead as I snuggle into his chest with a shaky breath, the male humming as I squeeze each of his fingers and move them about gently, "I... I don't know... Kei... I..."

"Hey, look at me," Keigo hums gently, cupping my face in his hands and gently rubbing my cheek with his thumb, a smile playing on his lips as I look up at him nervously, biting my lip as I make eye contact, "You are an amazing makeup designer, if she can't see that then she's blind. Don't let anyone intimidate you babe? You're perfect, you're amazing and you're gorgeous, don't let anyone take that away from you, okay?"

"O — okay," I hum gently, giggling as he gently presses a kiss to my lips that I happily return, squeezing his hands once more before pulling away and taking a deep breath, "Let's do this,"

"That's my girl," Keigo says, giving me a quick squeeze before leaving the dressing room with me in tow, my hands slightly shaking by my sides as we head down the hallway toward the studio, "Good luck baby,"

Giggling gently, I hold my hands behind my squeezing my fingers as I walk down the corridor. My heart jumps into my throat as Keigo opens the door, only to back away nervously as bite his lip making me frown gently as the door shuts silently. Keigo walking in the opposite direction of the door making me groan and chase after him, taking a sigh, I grab his wrist and pull him back making him groan gently and look toward me. His eyes full of something I never imagined...

Anxiety...

Why is he nervous?...

Frowning gently, I tilt my head toward him, watching as he looks away and takes a deep breath. The male biting his lip as he argues with himself. The male's eyes flickering with so many emotions. Anger. Sadness. Fear. Worry. Anxiety. Annoyance. What's going on?... Is he okay?... I thought he was okay?... Seeing him like this only spiked my anxiety. My stomach doing flips as I hold down a gag.

"Keigo, what's going on?" I ask worried, watching as he shoves his hands in his pockets in his pants and takes a shaky breath as he closes his eyes, "I thought everything was fine?..."

"Uh... um... the... the makeup designer coming... she's uh..." Keigo begins rubbing the back of his neck gently as he look away from me with a sigh, "She's... uh..."

"She's what, Keigo?" I say through gritted teeth, already guessing what she is to Keigo, my stomach twisting even more violently as he sighs and buries his face in his hands before groaning as I hit him upside the head, "Keigo, answer the damn question,"

"My ex..."

"Oh my fucking god..." I cuss, running my fingers through my hair as I take a deep breath to try and calm the rage bubbling over. Of course she was his ex! Keigo's slept with almost all of Japan! Staring toward him, I cross my arms, "How did it end? Good or bad? Answer me now!"

"Uh... badly..."

"Oh my — I'm going to kill you!" I hiss, grabbing the newspaper on a nearby counter and rolling it up, hitting him everywhere I can with the paper making him shriek and whine as I slap him with the newspaper, glaring toward him, "Keigo! Why?! Oh my god! She's gonna totally tank it for me isn't she?!"

"Babe... I..." he begins before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose when I deflate against the wall, "Look... if she uses you against me... then we know that she's not a decent person and you've dodged a bullet okay? I'm sorry babe, I really am but if she decides not to pick you because of me then she's stupid... but please, please, please don't hate me..."

"You really don't make life easy do you, huh?" I hum gently, clearing my throat as he sends me a small sheepish smile but he does have a point. If she does use him against me because he's her ex, and refuses to even think that it's my work and not his, then he's right, "But you do have a point... now come on, let's get this over with..."

Nodding gently, Keigo smiles as I kiss his cheek before heading back toward the studio. My head spinning as I push open the door and walk toward my chair, sitting down beside Dahlia who glares toward me as Keigo sits beside me. I can't be asked with her shit right now, I have more pressing things to worry about. As soon as everyone files in, sitting in their respected chairs, my heart nearly jumps out of my skin.

No turning back now...

Clearing her throat, the makeup designer pushes herself to her feet and narrows her eyes as she looks along the lines of makeup designers and their respected models. My heart hammering in my chest as I look at her. God. Why does she have to beautiful?! It would have helped if she was a bit on the ugly side but my stomach flairs up uncomfortably. How many more exes does Keigo have that are gorgeous like her?...

She has long beautiful brown hair that ends just below her elbows that sways with every movement she makes. Her eyes were a striking deep aquamarine colour that could send shivers down anyone's spine. Her makeup on point. Eyeliner sharper than a knife.

God... this isn't going to go well...

Slowly but surely, she assesses each model with as much detail as she could. Her pen echoing against her clipboard as she writes down her comments, her praises and her improvements. Her nose turning up at some and her eyes lighting up at others. As she turns to Dahlia's model, the woman looks at the makeup down her nose and huffs to herself, shaking her head as she speaks with Dahlia about the improvements she must make. Dahlia deflating as she reads over her piece of paper, slumping in her chair...

Now she was at Keigo...

"Since when did you become a model?" The woman asks Keigo, narrowing her eyes when Keigo keeps silent, the male looking toward me as I bite my lip anxiously as I watch her write down on her board, "So I'm assuming this is your new side piece hm? Did you get her the job?"

"No he didn't, I put my blood, sweat and tears in to get a placement at the agency and Keigo started working here a couple of months ago," I speak up, looking toward her, my soul nearly leaving my body a she glares toward me, "I work hard for my achievements, ma'am, I don't skip past things or use others as a leg up,"

"Keigo?" The woman asks, almost amused as she smirks toward Keigo who sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, "Is this something more?"

"With all due respect, Ma'am, my relationship with Keigo isn't essential to this examination or the scholarship," I explain to her, watching as she bristles at my comment with a small huff, rolling her eyes as she glares toward my boyfriend who bites back a laugh, "You're here to assess my makeup skills and how I flatter the models face, not about what I do in my personal time with him, if you're more worried about that then I believe there's a conflict of interest, you should be professional in these sorts of situations not act like a school girl,"

"Oh really?" She hums, arching a brow toward me as I send her a small bittersweet smile, the woman bristling toward me as I hum gently and cross my arms over my chest, "So is it professional to date your model?"

"Not that it's any of your business," I hum gently, pushing myself to my feet as I look at her, the girl rolling her eyes as she tries to intimidate me to which I won't allow, "But Keigo and I remain professional in our work environment, we don't let anything get in the way of work, as you know we run on tight schedules in this agency so canoodling isn't an option,"

"Oh really? Have you seen that excuse of eyeliner?" She asks, arching a brow toward me, trying to get under my skin making me arch a brow back and scoff gently, "The foundation is patchy and it isn't even blended in right,"

Does she even realise I've taken on people that are bigger, badder, meaner and stronger?

"And have you seen your technique?" I ask, resting my hand on my hips as she irks, glaring toward me, "Now, if you're going to keep on being a bitch toward me because your ex is my model, then I don't want your damn scholarship,"

"Pfft, you don't want a scholarship at the best agency?" She guffaws, cackling to herself as I stare at her, the woman shaking her head with a giggle, "I believe your stupid for that, this could really help your career,"

"What? Working with someone that would make every day of my life hell because I'm dating their ex? I refuse to work with someone that doesn't see my talent," I tell her, looking toward Keigo and beckoning him, the male standing up with a slight grin as he watches her gawk in shock, "There's other agencies that I can go to, there are other makeup artists that can take me under their wing. Someone better than you and someone that will give me essential feedback and not make little digs. Now if you please, have a pleasant day,"

With that, I push out of the room with Keigo laughing as he chases after me, the male grinning from ear to ear as we get to the dressing room and shut the door. The male kissing my nose gently as I bite back a laugh and lean into his chest as he holds me close.

Well, I know I dodged a bullet there...

"Babe, you should have seen her face!" Keigo squeals, laughing as he holds me close and rocks me from side to side excited, "God! You did amazing!"

"God... that was a disaster," I hum with a soft giggle, kissing his cheek as Keigo snuggles into my arms and hums happily, the male pressing kisses up my neck, "But that bitch had it coming, thinking she could do that to me, I would rather be stuck as your makeup artist than work for her, she was so mean,"

"Yeah, she wasn't exactly the best girlfriend either, looking back I don't even know what went through my head," Keigo says with a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he leans against the ledge of the desk, his eyes gently sliding over my figure as I lean against the couch, "Are you sure you're not bothered about the scholarship?... I feel really bad..."

"Keigo, she was rude to me. She thought that I was just dating you to get this job and she insulted my work to spite me, I'm glad I didn't get it," I tell him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss his nose for reassurance, the male humming gently, "To be honest, you dating her was kind of a good thing for me... you helped me dodge working for a complete bitch,"

"You deserve to own your own agency baby," Keigo coos, nuzzling into my neck and holding me close as he hums gently, "You're a great makeup artist,"

"Can I ask you something?" I ask softly, looking toward him with a smile as he pulls away to take my hands on his, the male kissing my knuckles as I giggle, his blonde hair bouncing as he nods, "Why did you two break up?..."

"Well... uh... she stole my credit card," Keigo explains with a small chuckle, the male grinning as I gawk at him with wide eyes, the messy blonde then rubs the back of his neck with a sigh, "I was out on patrol... my phone started going off like crazy, I checked it and I saw about fifteen transactions from different stores... she had stolen my card from my wallet while I was asleep and went on a shopping spree... she thought because she was my girlfriend that she had a right to my money and that I owed her something in return for being my girlfriend..."

"Oh my god..." I whisper staring at him in shock as he chuckles lightly and rubs the back of his neck biting his lip, "So what did you do?..."

"I froze the card, cancelled all her purchases and told her to get out of my apartment," Keigo explains sighing, smiling gently as I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently, the male humming as he returns it, "She flew off the handle, yelling at me and blaming me for everything... I ended up phoning the police to escort her home, and it wasn't the first time that someone used me for my money..."

"Kei... that's horrible..." I hum gently, pulling him in close a close hug, smiling gently as he happily returns it and snuggles into my hold, "Well, they don't deserve you... you deserve someone that cares for who you are and not your money,"

"I know, and I'm with her," Keigo hums, chuckling as I flush bright red and hide my face in his chest with a small whine, his feathers wrapping around us as we snuggle, "How about we go out for dinner tonight? I have a little date in mind,"

"That sounds wonderful, Kei,"...

"You know... it was quite arousing watching you stand up to her~ You want?~"...

"Oh my god, Kei! Sort it out yourself, you horny fuck! Way to ruin the moment!"...