Ryuji hated his fate.

Being picked up for his looks instead of being picked up for his art? It was terrible. He dreaded it. With a burning passion.

Ryuji was only popular because he was a pretty face, he disliked it. He wanted to be seen for his talent… not his stupid face. He posed for the camera, as he got praised by his managers.

He tried to keep a smile, but he was irritated as hell. “Ah, may I take a five minute break?” He asks.

Ryuji wanted to get out.