Misa never had to worry about much ever since she debuted as a model. The Omega always knew that she was in the forefront of people’s minds on the daily with hundreds of thousands of fans proclaiming their love for her. She enjoyed the attention. Basked in it. It made her feel revered. Invulnerable. A true goddess.

So she knew she had nothing to worry about when she asked her manager to let her duck in to the convenience store for a bit. She went straight to the magazines, flipping through the pages to see her face as #1 for Japan’s Heart Stealer of the Year Awards for the fourth year in the row. The Omega’s self satisfied smile was wiped off quickly when she saw her own face as #2. She quickly flipped to see which slimy worthless filth dared to take what was rightfully hers and when she saw your name and face, her sharp red painted nails nearly punctured the issue.

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Days later, she had the misfortune of having to do a photoshoot with you, the nobody who usurped her! It was like fate was laughing at her!

After getting fitted and her makeup done, Misa was ready to finally meet you, her rival. The Omega smelt you before she saw you. Your sweet scent was… cute but she bit back a sneer when she saw the photographer fawning over you.

She wondered how she had gotten through a tough session like that later when she made to leave the building, only to be stopped by you.

“Amane-san! Would you like to go out for a drink with me? Well together for quite awhile so it’s best to break the ice, yeah?”you chirped, a strange glint in your eye.

Misa didn’t even know what possessed her to say yes.