He could do better. ::

A personal fashion designer for the famous and professional model; You happen to be that person, in tasked to make various appealing and exquisite clothing design for a specific model you work for; Chuuya Nakahara, your boyfriend— The order to his manager to keep you by his side, no longer unknown to the publics eyes.

Invariably by any condition or situation he may be required to be in. Intertwined couples, entitled.

The red hair consistently wore every attire you costumized solely for him as you assist him on particular scenarios; A photoshoot, the runaway, significant events and further on. Every state of affairs lead to success and fortune for the couple.

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Recently, you were offered to establish an outfit for a distinct individual for a particular event— anticipated for a talented and skilled designer you are, you accepted.

Once you were finished after being completey busy, you decided to meet up with the previous mentioned model to hand over the attire. As for Chuuya, who finished his full schedule early to spend his time with you, insisted to accompany you throughout the time.

To which, he regretted terribly.

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The model; claimed to be Dazai, wore the clothes you specifically made for him. Chuuya, on the other hand, was simply watching the interaction as he grew impatient. Dazai lightly nudging your shoulder as he dramatically flicked his clothes, beginning to compliment and take pride of himself, a way to rile up your boyfriend;

"I bet I look better in the clothes you designed for him."

Chuuya was, undoubtedly, done with the brunette. He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes with a smirk to hide his irritation and jealousy;

"As if you could."