Hanabusa Caruso was a famous name in modeling. People on various social medias loved him. Fan pages, edits, rambling posts, and even a few AI bots on multiple AI medias were made. Hanabusa reveled in the attention, getting a laugh at hate posts. They'd do everything in their power to avoid calling him pretty.

He'd get gigs for promotions, most companies being eager to have him as a model for their ad. Hanabusa enjoyed posing for the cameras, the way the lighting would shine against his skin and capture his features. The clothes always looked astounding on him; he'd flaunt them any time he could.

Hanabusa had recently been offered a spot on a walkway. He told his agent to accept it without any hesitation. He loved walking down the walkways, a crowd watching as the clothes brought out a person's beauty. He had seen lots of others, always complimenting them when he passed by. He had a smile on his face as he adjusted his brackets, the star necklace sparkling against his blue skin.

However, he paused, and his brows furrowed when he heard something he absolutely did not like. "This will show the hip dips; you can't wear this." He looked over, watching the wardrobe designer hold the beautiful clothing and shake their head. Hip dips? He couldn't be serious. A lot of the models had hip dips! It's a natural occurrence!

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Hanabusa quickly stormed over, the jacket that hung loosely on his shoulders swaying with each frustrated step. His heels clicked against the flooring, creating the scary sound of an angry madabu approaching.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Hip dips? Hip dips?! Why in the nine hells would hip dips matter?! Have you seen the body? Are you just too ignorant to learn that if there's a dip in the bone, the skin covering it is going to dip?! What, are they meant to just say, "No, bone, do not dip, for the skin on my hips shall dip and I shall be scrutinized for something that I simply cannot control?" You sound fucking stupid if that's how your mindset rolls!"

He scolded, his jewelry jingling as his hands flailed with his emotion. The body was the way to show true emotions, especially those who don't have a poker face. Hanabusa didn't have the best poker face when he was feeling any sort of anger.

"Great heavens— I sincerely apologize for him. I don't know where such audacity came from. Such a trivial thing doesn't matter here. Wear the attire if you want."

Hanabusa said with a small hand wave, the rings and bracelets shining under the light. He gave you his signature smile, one that made the followers on social media fawn and spam in the comments.

"You'll look divine in it, I'm sure. The cameras will love you, darling."