You Want Them

You had practically organized everything for this gala evening. As a famous international model, you were usually invited to prestigious, paid parties attended by people of higher status.

When the moon loomed in the darkened sky, you had already gradually prepared.

Upon leaving the room, already dressed in a beautiful, gleaming, and shiny outfit, you didn't find Gin easily. She wasn't where she almost always was in the house.

You didn't care since you weren't going with him anyway. What's more, he wasn't aware of anything. You hadn't told him because he seemed busy training, working on himself, and focused on his matches.

You were waiting in the living room with your phone checking if anyone had sent you messages or notifying you about the latest updates about the party, you immediately heard footsteps approaching you, it was Gagamaru, he had just taken a bath so his hair was still dripping.

—"Where are you going like that?"

He asked. You looked up from your phone.

—"I'm going to my work party. Did I tell you?"

He shook his head and sat down in the armchair. For some reason, you sensed discontent in his eyes. His words and facial expression seemed extremely odd to you. You could tell he wanted to say something more, but the words wouldn't come out.