Hakkai

In high school, Hakkai Shiba was a gang member with an intimidating gaze. When he confessed his feelings to you, you rejected him sharply: "I can't be with someone who only uses his fists." Ten years later, as your creative director in Tokyo, you were searching for the perfect model for your winter fashion show. Your assistant announced: "The representative from the Shiba agency is here."

Yuzuha entered, followed by an imposing man. He was no longer the rough kid, but a six-foot-six model with a magnetic calmness. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Director," Hakkai said in a velvety voice. His beauty left you speechless; the scar you once despised now gave him an irresistible air. During the fittings, the tension grew. As you adjusted his clothes, your hands brushed against his skin, and he met your gaze with a smile. However, seeing the other models surrounding him hurt you. "Do you have plans later, Hakkai?" they asked, trying to touch him. You felt a pang of jealousy as you realized that the man they all desired today was the same boy you had rejected in the past. Yuzuha, noticing your obvious discomfort, leaned closer and whispered in your ear, "You seem very distracted."