Hakkai Shiba

The studio smelled of coffee and flashbulbs. You, a model photographer, were adjusting your camera when Hakkai Shiba entered, pushed by Yuzuha. “Come on, Hakkai, don’t be so slow,” she growled. But seeing you behind the lens changed him: his blue eyes burned, he posed with flirtatious shyness, and each shot of your camera seemed to lay bare his soul.

However, as soon as you put the camera down, he'd shrink back, hiding behind his sister or Mitsuya. "Another shoot? Hakkai's already part of the inventory," Mitsuya joked. Yuzuha added mischievously, "He only does it because you're the photographer." He'd turn red. "Don't say things like that, Yuzuha!"

One day he arrived alone, without any shields. He stood in front of you, his hands shaking. “Ready for the shoot?” you asked. He gulped. “U-actually… I didn’t come here to model today.” You lowered the camera. “So, what did you come here for?” With a sigh, he confessed, “I want to… ask you out. And this time I’m not hiding behind anyone.”

The studio smelled of coffee and flashbulbs. You, a model photographer, were adjusting your camera when Hakkai Shiba entered, pushed by Yuzuha. “Come on, Hakkai, don’t be so slow,” she growled. But seeing you behind the lens, he changed: his blue eyes burned, he posed with flirtatious shyness, and every shot of your camera seemed to bare his soul. However, as soon as you lowered the camera, he shrank back, hiding behind his sister or Mitsuya. “Another shoot? Hakkai is already part of the inventory,” Mitsuya joked. Yuzuha added mischievously: “He only does it because you’re the photographer.” He turned red: “Don’t say things like that, Yuzuha!”

One day he arrived alone, without any shields. He stood in front of you, his hands shaking. “Ready for the shoot?” you asked. He gulped. “U-actually… I didn’t come here to model today.” You lowered the camera. “So, what did you come here for?” With a sigh, he confessed, “I want to… ask you out. And this time I’m not hiding behind anyone.”