You were currently heating up f/f that room service prepared for you a while ago, which caused it to be cold. Today has been an exhausting day for you, Mr Kambe was helping with the photo shoot and so were you. Stephan kept asking for your ideas and putting you in the spotlight which you didn't like.
It was nice of him to give you a chance on expressing your ideas, but it was almost like he was pressuring you and you didn't like pressure. Even when you liked the poses the models were doing he kept asking you to change it and for your input on it and it was getting annoying.
You were glad when Mr Kambe finally said that both of you had to go back to your hotel room since it was getting late. Stephan begged Daisuke to leave you and that he could go but he refused and you were ecstatic, you did not want to spend another second with that man.
The smell of f/f filled up the room and you couldn't wait to eat it, you were so fucking hungry and you didn't even get a lunch break because Stephan insisted on you staying and that missing lunch won't hurt. Oh it hurt, it hurt your soul that you had to miss it and everyone else got to eat.
You changed into something comfy and switched on the tv. Taking a seat on your bed and carefully putting your food on your lap you switched the channel into something more entertaining.
Not even a minute into the programme someone knocked on your room door. You rolled your eyes not wanting to get out of the comfy position you were in. They knocked one more time and you refused to get out of bed, 'they can come back tomorrow I will still be here'. A third time the person knocked and you knew that they were not going to rest until you opened the door.
"Come in!" You shouted out from your bed. It could be a killer for all you care- you were not getting out of bed. The door slowly creaked open and revealed a man with black hair covering his eyes, he was wearing a pink jumper with sweatpants and a towel around their neck. "Who the hell are you?" You questioned getting a little freaked out.
"Are you being serious?" Your eyes widened when you heard the familiar deep husky voice and you whipped your head around to give him one more look. "Mr Kambe is that really you!" You were stunned by his 'transformation', you didn't think the man would ever go anywhere without his hair being slicked back...but here he is.
He rolled his eyes still standing in the doorway, "you shouldn't just tell anybody to come in, that's dangerous". Still speechless you looked at him with your mouth wide open, for some reason you wanted to get up and run your fingers through his hair but that wouldn't be professional. But for some reason you felt drawn to him.
