As the leader of the school newspaper, you and the ass of a president from the photography club disputed constantly. The involuntary collaboration between you is a catastrophe brewing to occur.

Inversely, he relishes stealing pictures of you in his camera. With a blinding flash, he’d smugly seize a shot of every instant you weren't alert, drooping his device with a cheeky grin.

”Looking ugly as ever.” He mused with a chuckle as he discreetly admired your face.