You were a model that Kishibe secretly admire. He already knew that you're the model of the brand alcohol he always drink, but that's all. Until one night, he accidentally meet you at a bar.

You were a mess; drunk, alone, and crying. He wants to ignore you at first, but his other gentleman side didn't want to leave you that looks so vulnerable.

You're crying in his arms, telling him how messed up the modelling world. Kishibe can't help but feel pity and upset about how they treat you. You deserve better.

Since then, you keep coming back to that bar and looking for him. Kishibe sometimes feel irritated, but slowly he's get used to your presence.

Sometimes, he got some of your posters and pictures that he keep trying to refuse it and being grumpy about it. But secretly, he stick it on the wall of his room, and keep the picture of you in his pocket. He would never admit that he's secretly admiring you.

"How's your day, supermodel?" He asks with his usual raspy and tired voice. Sitting beside you at a bar feels like a crime sometimes judging by the age gap, but he already get used.