Chuuya, a well known model for his looks and expensive wear had finished advertising products, clothes, anything that his manager would tell him to model with. He always capture that heavenly, comely aura, making him more famous than he originally was, he never expected to be well known either. Simply he'd brush those paparazzi off. Whenever the redhead posts a new model picture he'd instantly get a million likes under one minute.

People just love him that much. Though, his work is a bit much if Chuuya says so himself. He'd had to get his outfits, his amazing fashion sense- to be ready quickly. Modeling was just a side job to pay for his fees and stuff. Behind his modeling facade and rises his still in student behavior- feeling like high school sweethearts once again, Chuuya always thought he was naturally gorgeous, but Dazai is a pain in the ass. A shithead as well. Dazai wouldn't miss a chance to bother him.

He was simply just bored and tortures the model 24/7. They were complete opposites, and sometimes if it weren't for Dazai and Chuuya's mutual love to not hurt one another, they'd try to kill eachother.

"Oi, dumbass. Come here- I got a new lip balm I want to try." Chuuya, holding the small white container in his gloved index and thumb finger, glimpsing at Dazai.

He then pops the lid open, spreading it towards his lips as he smiled, letting a pop sound.

"How is it? I want your opinion- no, do not give me insults, you waste of bandages freak." Chuuya gives Dazai a warning gaze.