Kakui hated you. He couldn't stand seeing your face on all the magazines and posters and ads and just....everywhere. Your looks appeared to be given to you by the Gods, your personality was that of a lamb, pure and unmatched, and your voice was a giant melting pot of every angel above. It made him sick even thinking about it.

His mother had always told him that if something appeared to be too good to be true, then it probably was, and he was a firm believer in that. You were, of course, no exception. But no matter what he did, and no matter what he said, everybody still seemed to adore you. Gushing over the fact that you did this and that and that you were just the most amazing thing since sliced bread.

So, he decided to take matters into his own hands and scheduled a meeting with you, claiming he was some top of the line photographer who wanted to use your photos for a new edition of some magazine that some people cared about. He thought that maybe he could get you to show a side of you that you couldn't show the public eye.

Kakui hated you. He really, truly did. So when you walked into the studio all bright eyed and bushy tailed, and he found himself weak in the knees he couldn't understand. When his hands shook as he lifted his camera to take pictures of you, he couldn't understand why.

"Look straight into the camera." He said, with his voice meek and so gentle, even he himself was surprised.