"Come on Keith livelier, you look like you're being held here against your will." Shiro tried moving around getting a different angle of Keith.

"I'm trying my best here." Keith shifted on the couch, he brought the cushion closer to his face and rested his chin on top. He tried to picture vulnerable so that his eyes would soften. Shiro sighed and took a picture, he moved his camera away from his face so that he could get a better look at Keith.

"Keith this is a cute shoot, be cute." Shiro specified, he stood up and adjusted the lights until he was satisfied.

"I'm being as cute as I can!" Keith took a deep breath trying not to let Shiro's words push him out of the zone. They had been at it for hours and if it wasn't for how nice the outfit felt, he would have left after the first hour.

"Right now all I'm getting from you is tired college student vibes." Shirt sighed and sat on the edge of the couch. He brought the camera screen to his face and flipped through the footage. He shook his head mumbling to himself.

"They can't all be that bad." Keith brought his feet up and leaned over trying to get a peek at the camera.

"Uh yeah, they can be. There are two major problems. One is that we're trying to show off the leggings, not how well you can hide behind every prop we have." He leaned the camera over and scrolled through some of the earlier pictures that they had taken.

Keith was wearing dark blue leggings with a crossed pattern, they were matched with a simple white top with a red V on the center. He tried his best to not cringe at every photo, he didn't like looking at pictures of himself on regular basis. Pictures of himself modeling badly just made him die inside. Keith pointed to a picture, and Shiro stopped scrolling. Keith was on his stomach, his legs were up and his left leg was almost touching his back. Most of Keith's face was covered by his arm, it looked like he was comfortable and ready for sleep.

"This one's not too bad." He looked up at Shiro who looked conflicted. Shiro enlarged the picture getting a close up of Keith's backside.

"It would have been perfect if you weren't contorting your hips away from the camera." Keith crossed his arms pushing down a blush.

"I didn't want my butt to be in the picture." He said as levelly as he could, he avoided looking at Shiro. Shiro took the camera away and gave him his best deadpan look.

"Keith, you're wearing leggings. Rule one of leggings is that you always show the ass. It's practically criminal not to. If not the ass, then show off the thighs. And we both know that getting a good thigh shot without camel toe for male models should always be left to professionals."

"I'm a professional," Keith protested, he had been doing this long enough to at least qualify for intermediate.

"Not right now you aren't." Shiro's eyes narrowed as he looked at Keith's face, his hand extended and he took Keith's chin. He moved his face left, right, up then down. "Shit, why didn't I notice before?"

"What? Do I have a pimple or something?"

"No no," Shiro took his hand off of Keith's face and sighed. "You have bags under your eyes, they're pretty pronounced too." Shiro began flipping through the pictures again, this time looking at close-ups of Keith's face. "Why didn't you wear concealer? You and your bags are in every shot." Keith bit his lip, he hadn't even thought to check the mirror before he came down for the shoot.

"I forgot..." He said quietly, he uncrossed his arms pressing his hands into the couch cushion. He could feel Shiro's gaze on him, then he heard the click as the camera was turned off. He knew Shiro was too much of a perfectionist to post any of the images. "We can redo them," He offered.

"It's fine, we've been at it too long. You're probably hungry, I know I am." Shiro stood up from the couch and went to turn off the surrounding lights. Keith looked up, he hated knowing he wasted both their time and footage.

"Sorry Shiro, I really did just completely forget."

"It's fine Keith, sorry I snapped at you. Why don't you take the leggings and the shirt off, and hang them up so they can air out and we can try again tomorrow." Keith nodded and stood up. He quickly walked to the hall finding the bathroom door and entering it.

He went to the bathroom mirror first and turned on the extra mini light. He checked under his eyes to see the tired bags still there. He sighed and shook his head. He was more annoyed with himself then Shiro was with him. He opened up the cold water than thought better of it. He slipped the shirt and leggings off, he put them back on the hanger they came from and hung them on one of the bathroom hooks. He re-dressed in sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He splashed water on his face and dried up with a towel.

He grabbed his red sweatshirt on the way out of the bathroom and slipped it on over his head. He could already hear the sizzling of oil when he entered the kitchen.

"What are you making?" He asked, he approached the kitchen island and sat on one of the stools. Shiro turned around with his pink apron already on.

"I was going to make some chicken, then have some kale chips on the side." He turned back around and grabbed a bag of fresh Kale.

"Sounds good." He rested his chin on his palm and looked at the window above Shiro's head. There were squirrels fighting on a tree branch, the branch shook aggressively and looked about to break. "So why do you look so tired today anyway. The term Beautyrest should actually mean something to you."

"I had to finish some math homework. It was taking a stupid amount of time, that damn textbook teaches fuck all." He grumbled, his face twisting up just thinking back to his frustrations the previous night. He had to watch two Ted Talks to figure it out.

"You know I have a tip that'll help you with all your homework." Keith took a deep breath.

"Yeah, what is it?" He could practically hear his voice before the words even left Shiro's mouth.

"Maybe if you actually went to class, then your professor could help teach you the subject. And then you could use the book as reinforcement in case you forget a step." Keith rolled his eyes and switched which hand his chin was resting on.

"I told you I'm doing fine. I turn my work in on time, I do my assignments. If I have questions about a project my professors are always one click away on my phone."

"Keith, we both know you'd fail a project before reaching out to your professors. You're just so..." Shiro made abstract hand movements. "Anxious!"

"How am I supposed to have any control over that?"

"I don't know Keith, but you only went to school for a few days. Then you stopped going entirely, and resorted to sneaking on campus to drop your work off."

"Shiro you're making it sound worse than it is."

"You wear all black, you bring your phone and call me every two minutes until you've infiltrated the classroom. You wait until there's literally no one else in the classroom then drop your work off." Keith opened his mouth to say something in his defense but Shiro turned around spatula in hand. "You have no friends, you constantly hang out with me. A man seven years older than you. If I'm not around you, you're in your room doing God knows what. Not to mention you are a model who hates looking at his own pictures."

"Okay, I have an excuse for hanging out with you. You're my brother, and we live together so there." Keith crossed his arms and smiled like he had won. Shiro shook his head and turned back around.

"Uh huh, sure Keith."

"And secondly, I don't need friends because I'm taking my career and school very seriously. And I don't need relationships distracting me." He took out his phone from his back pocket and turned it on. "And I can totally look at my pictures without cringing."

To prove his point he pulled up the Instagram app on his phone. He hadn't been on it in a long time. If he ever wanted to be on social media, in general, he went on Youtube or Twitter. Apps that didn't center around his face or other peoples bodies.

He was actually surprised by his profile, he didn't expect to have nearly the amount of followers as he actually did. He cringed inwardly at his profile picture. It was one of the rare moments Shiro snapped him with a fragment of a smile. His hair was too long in the image and he thought he looked too pale.

"I can't do this." He mumbled and clicked out of his profile. He didn't want to have to obsess over how many likes he got, or what the comments said. Or even how Shiro chose to caption the images. He played around with the app for a bit until he decided to check his DM's.

He knew Shiro would periodically answer some and empty the rest out, but Keith was overwhelmed with the number of people who wanted to talk to him just based off of images of his face. He bit his lip and decided that he was going to click on one, answer it and prove something to Shiro.

He bit his lip and looked at the top DM, the profile picture was pretty goofy. He brought the phone closer to his eyes so he could look at it without actually clicking on the DM. The man in the picture actually looked about his age, his skin was tanned and he looked pretty cute. Though it was hard to tell with oversized glasses covering most of his face and a top hat.

He could only read the first part message without opening it up. He gathered as much courage as he could and clicked on the message.

[TheTailor: Hey sorry to bother you but I just wanted to inform you I've never wanted to buy a pair of a pair of converse more.]

"What?" He paused trying to think about the message. He was positive he had never met this guy before. Then why was he referencing his shoes? "Oh!" He remembered an ad he had done with a converse company. They had let him keep the pair, he was hoping that was what The Tailor was referencing.

[KeithKogan: Um you're welcome. I'm glad the add did its job.]

[KeithKogan: *ad]

Keith groaned and put the phone down, of course, the one time he chose to reply to someone he made himself look like an idiot.

"Everything okay there?" Shiro called over his shoulder.

"I'm fine," Keith answered quickly. He sighed and flipped over his phone. He clicked on the small profile picture of The Tailor. It took him to the man's profile page. The name on the profile was Lance McClain, Keith said it aloud liking the way the name felt in his mouth.

He scrolled through the kid's pictures. There were none of the HD perfect quality pictures that Shiro ensured, most of the pictures where blurry, quickly shot, or just selfies with him and his friends.

The two people he noticed the most in his posts where a short female figure, and a taller larger male. He stopped at a picture, it was of Lance in his dorm room. He had either friend on the side of him, they were all smiling and looked genuinely happy. He read the caption; 'About to watch one of the dumbest shows ever made but at least we've got popcorn'. That put a warmth in Keith's chest.

He continued scrolling, Lance had an excessive amount of pictures for a guy who wasn't paid for anything he did. The more Keith scrolled through the more Keith wanted to keep scrolling, he found himself very attracted to not only his face but to the personality, Lance put out on the internet. He always seemed excited, and it was clear that he really cared about his friends. Even the selfies he took of himself doing homework Keith could still feel that there was something warm about the picture that made Keith's cheeks hot. He was inspecting a picture of Lance at the beach when he got a notification.

Before he could pull down the tab of the notification box his thumb slid up accidentally liking the shirtless beach picture. Keith's eyes nearly bulged out. The picture was a couple months old. It would be impossible unliking it, he was the only one who had liked it at all.

"Shit shit." He mumbled just staring at the now red heart, he willed it to become empty again but nothing changed. He sighed deeply and pulled the tab down. He bit his lip when he saw it was The Tailor again. He clicked on the notification and was brought back to the chat.

[TheTailor: Omg you actually replied to me]

Keith blinked caught off guard for a moment, he was surprised anyone would be excited to talk to him.

[KeithKogan: Yeah...I guess I did]

[TheTailor: Do that often or was I something special?]

[KeithKogan: This is actually my first time doing this. So...sorry if I suck]

[TheTailor: Now I feel bad lol. U probably should have replied to a more committed fan. I just saw u today.]

[KeithKogan: It's okay, I doubt that I actually have fans.]

[TheTailor: There has to be someone who aggressively looks at your pictures lol]

[KeithKogan: I doubt it, usually to have a fanbase you have to show some sort of personality. Like, have Youtube channels. I do a few live streams, but Shiro mostly talks in those.]

[TheTailor: Is Shiro your boyfriend?]

[KeithKogan: NO. He's my brother, well...adopted brother so I guess we could date. But that would be awkward and weird, and he's already 27 and will be turning 28 soon. He's seven years older.]

[TheTailor: Oh so you're 20? That's cool I'm 20 too. My bday was last month.]

[KeithKogan: Happy belated birthday, did you do anything interesting?]

[TheTailor: Thanks! And yeah I went to an on-campus party with a few of my friends.]

[KeithKogan: Hunk and Pidge?]

[TheTailor: Yeah...how did you know that?]

Keith nearly hit his head against the countertop, it hadn't occurred to him that it would be creepy knowing that.

[KeithKogan: I was on your Instagram, sorry that was super creepy.]

[TheTailor: Oh yeah! I got a notification, thanks for liking my picture lol]

Keith felt like he could die then and there. He wondered if Lance thought he was a creep, or an idiot, or possibly even a stalker for scrolling back that far.

[KeithKogan: Um you're welcome.]

[TheTailor: I liked a few of your pictures but I gave because all of them were awesome. You're attractive. And your face is so diverse, in some pictures, it's really hot, and then in others, you look so soft and cute.]

Keith put his hand on his chest. He couldn't say that he had never been complimented before, but it had never affected him so much. He blushed and quickly typed a reply back.

[KeithKogan: Uh thanks, I really like your face too. And I'm not just saying that I really think that...I'm just not great with words]

[TheTailor: I can tell lol. But I've gotta say. The picture of me that you liked wasn't just of my face ;) ]

[KeithKogan: You're right, there was water in the background too. The skyline was also really pretty.]

[TheTailor: Funny guy huh? Pretty, awkward yet funny. I like it.]

[KeithKogan: You do?]

[TheTailor: Yeah I do a lot, no offense your pictures are la bomba but I feel like you don't emote well.]

[KeithKogan: Yeah Shiro says I have to work on that.]

[TheTailor: Emote might not be the right word...but you have no personality. Your pictures, not you, I'm sure you have a shit load of personality. I...just can't tell at all.]

[KeithKogan: What do you mean?]

[TheTailor: Like you fake emotions well but I know nothing about you, even though you've posted hundreds of pictures. All I sort of know is that you pull off the shy but tough look really well.]

[KeithKogan: Why would you want to know about my personality?]

[TheTailor: Because I doubt someone as attractive as you could realistically have no personality.]

Keith blushed again, now he was smiling slightly. Within a few short texts Lance had already managed to make him feel more important then he had in a while.

[TheTailor: You've been on my profile so I'm guessing you know that my name is Lance. You can call me that instead of...whatever you've been calling me I guess lol]

[KeithKogan: You can call me Keith if you want. If you ever want to talk after this.]

[TheTailor: I do want to talk after this, in fact, do you have a SnapChat?]

[KeithKogan: Yeah I do, do you want it?]

[TheTailor: That'd be great! I mean talking to you is nice enough. Talking to you accompanied with unfiltered pictures of you? That's God tier right there.]

"You're smiling pretty wide for someone as exhausted as you," Shiro said, he approached Keith with two plates in his hands. "Whats up? You rarely smile under normal circumstances." Keith shrugged and made room in front of him for the plate.

"It's nothing, just saw a funny post." He quickly texted Lance his SnapChat and told him he could Snap later that night.

"Huh, funnier than my jokes?" Shiro set the plates down and took off his apron.

"Anything is funnier than your jokes, you basically just pirated them off of dad anyway." He took one of the Kale chips, they were salty but he liked it.

"Oh, whatever. Eat your food. And you better get to bed early, I will not deal with any bags tomorrow."

"My makeup skills are good enough to hide anything on my face, don't worry about it, Shiro." He put his phone down reluctantly and picked up his utensils. Shiro rolled his eyes and began cutting up his chicken.

"Speaking of that, do you want to do that more? You know obvious makeup posts? You got a crazy ton of likes that time you put on the pink lip tint. I even have a few makeup companies willing to sponsor you." Keith paused mid cut thinking about it.

"Don't you think I'll come off a little too...gay?"

"What do you mean? You are gay, and makeup doesn't dictate your sexuality."

"We don't know that I'm gay for sure, I've never actually been in a relationship." Shiro rolled his eyes and bit into a Kale chip.

"First of all, you have no interest in women. Secondly of all, 8th grade your obsession with that Russian pilot."

"I appreciated him from his talents as a pilot!"

"Remember, for your birthday mom and dad took us to see him live? You got to meet and take a picture with him, and when he asked what was your name you blurted out 'kiss me'?" Keith's face turned a deep red and he stabbed a piece of chicken.

"Whatever, I'll consider the makeup thing." He stuffed a piece of chicken in his mouth and turned away as he chewed. Remembering the mortification of that moment.

"Good, I'll tell them it's a probably," Shiro said finally digging into his meal. Keith turned to narrow his eyes at him but his annoyed look was lost on the eating man. He turned his phone over and looked at the lock screen, he had another message from Lance. As well as a SnapChat notification. He smiled a bit at himself and continued eating quicker.