I blink. Once. Twice.
"What?" I ask, initially shocked by the offer.
"You should let one of us be your model." Hina repeats.
"Yeah. I have a couple tricks up my sleeve so don't worry about the hosts' approval." Emma says, flashing a smile.
I nod.
"Okay uh, which one of you would want to model?"
Hina's face immediately flushes red as she looks down, failing miserably at hiding it.
And Emma looks at Hina with concern.
"Hina? You okay?" Emma asks.
Hina nods vigorously before taking deep breaths.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that the mere thought of people watching me is embarrassing." Hina says.
"It's nerve racking as well." Emma adds.
"That goes without saying." I say, leaning back on my arms.
Holy shit. This might actually work. I still don't know how Emma's gonna get contact info on the hosts but, this actually just might work.
I look at Emma.
"If Hina gets to nervous, do you think you could do it?" I ask.
Emma looks at me.
"Yeah sure if-"
"I can do it." Hina says.
My brows raise, shocked by Hina's sudden determination.
"I can definitely do it, I just need to practice." Hina says.
And that's when the light bulb lit up above my head.
"You're right! Even if we can't get the hosts contact info, if the hosts see how good you are at modeling, there shouldn't be a problem!" I say, excitement coursing through me.
Emma beams at my enthusiasm.
"That's the spirit! Now, since Hina's gonna be your model, do you have a dress?"
Shit.
With a groan, I bury my face in my hands.
"What's wrong? You don't have one?" I could here the concern in Hina's voice.
"No, I do. But the dress was made for my mom so it's gonna need some adjustments. Like the color is a light blue because that's my mom's favorite color so-"
"We can work with what we got." Emma says.
Hina nods.
"Yeah she's right. It doesn't matter what the color is, the only thing that actually matters is probably the size." Hina says.
I lift my face from my hands.
"Just the size?" I ask, unsure if they're just being nice or if they're serious.
They nod in a agreement.
"Just the size." Hina says.
After taking a breath for reassurance, I smile.
"Okay then. The remaining days left are more than enough time for a size adjustment." I say, wrapping my arms around the two girls, pulling them in for a group hug.
"Then we got this in the bag." Emma says.
"Hey, how many days are there left anyways?" Hina asks.
"About 8." I say.
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Mitsuya x Reader
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