You sniffled while gripping the half filled liquor glass in your hold, which had been filled for the nth time that night, your puffy eyes mindlessly staring at it.

That damned Sena.

He was your long term modelling rival and worst enemy— you couldn’t forgive yourself for constantly falling short while he continuously got the recognition you thought you deserved.

You two refused to get along or be proper colleagues as your personalities constantly clashed.

The stress and self-hatred pushed you to let loose and just drown yourself in alcohol at the agency’s party. You knew he was much more better than you. You always knew, but you kept deluding yourself you were as talented as him in order to keep sane.

You spent the whole time all alone, thinking about what you lacked, why you couldn’t be better or shine as bright as him, why—

Before you knew it, a haughty voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“What are you doing still here, huh? The party has ended.”

Your mentally sighed. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t care less if he saw you like this. Failing as a model was already mortifying. Being a pathetic drunken mess in front of your rival couldn’t be any worse.

You gulped down the rest of the glass.

Izumi rolled his eyes and sighed, getting closer to you. It was quite the sight, seeing your confident front crumbling down while a pathetic self took over.

Though, despite the fun he was having looking at you like this, he also felt some slight concern at the amount of alcohol you were consuming. And your sobbing. And your mutters of self deprecation.

It almost hurt him, hearing how broken you sounded and seeing how you were so far from yourself.

He sighed and grabbed your arm, forbidding you from drinking.

“Come on. Stop drinking. It’s late so I’ll give you a ride home. You better thank me. And stop speaking like that, too.”