So, here's a bit of background.

Recently, a young chef in his twenties, named Hayama Akira, shot to fame, despite the overall lack of interest in the culinary industry from the public. Starting from a modest childhood, the man had built up his culinary skills, through hard training and endless effort. He started up a small restaurant business that was immediately hit with great reception, and it had only grown from there - currently, his restaurants have become an international phenomenon, and there are around 4,000 of these fine-dining restaurants located in 100 separate countries. His success story blew up the Internet; and though Hayama's skills were definitely one of the factors to such widespread attention, Hayama was also notoriously famous for one other thing...

He was extremely good-looking.

To be more vulgar, he was goddamn hot.

And this isn't just my opinion. This man has thousand-member fanclubs that always show up at his public appearances. He also has millions of followers (usually teenage girls) online that spam photos of him in every angle possible, with thirsty captions that preach and comment on how incredibly hot he looks. I personally couldn't agree more.

And it made perfect sense - what girl wouldn't fall for, or at least, fangirled over a skilled, beautifully tanned young man with toned abs, with melty emerald eyes that stared right through your soul? Hayama Akira was the man of every girl's dreams. Unbelievably so, despite all of this, I believe there should be one exception to this rule - a girl with an equally gorgeous man as a boyfriend. Which leads me to the start of my story.

It was the day of Hayama Akira's fanmeet, an event anticipated by many. Girls, especially.

Despite the fanmeet area being a literal sea of people, there was one young man who stood out amid the crowd. There were two reasons - first, the fact that he wasn't a girl; after all, Hayama's fanmeets seemed to usually piss men off, because, quote on quote: "He steals away all my potential girlfriends!". The second reason, was that this young man, if you would permit me to say - was absolute eye candy.

He was dressed in skinny jeans and a loose button-up with a few buttons undone, revealing toned stomach abs that had no doubt caused a guilty someone to stop and stare. With one endlessly long leg propped upon a lamppost, he stood with his eyes downcast, his slender fingers scrolling through his phone. Rays of sunlight shone down against his cheek, emphasising the long curl of his lashes - the same colour as his hair, a beautiful shade of bright auburn, laid in disheveled bangs across his forehead.

He looked up briefly from his phone, only to shade his eyes from the sun; and for those close enough to him, they'd notice that his eyes were the most endearing shade of amber-gold. It was a breathtakingly exotic feature - even the iconic Hayama Akira, known for his exotic looks, didn't have it. On the subject of comparisons, if Hayama Akira's look was a clean-cut, pristine and high-class type of handsome, this man was the complete opposite. He was messily gorgeous, rough in some places but smooth everywhere else, toned and slender. Long story short, he was effortlessly stunning - and obviously, the girls around him couldn't take their eyes off him.

There seemed to be an invisible 10m diameter circular area around him and the lamppost that no one seemed to enter - perhaps it was the pheromones the young man was emanating, creating an aura of unapproachability. Sneaky shutter sounds of phone cameras from a distance seemed to fill the air every few minutes, and the female owners of such phones quickly ran away after snapping the picture, thinking they were being extremely discreet even though in reality, they were obscenely obvious. Whispers of "Wow, isn't he a model?" or "God help me, he must be a celebrity with those looks!" resounded among the crowd. Every once in a while, there would be a courageous one who would approach the man for a photo, or try to ask him for some time to 'hang out' - only to be politely declined.

"Sorry, I don't really have time for that. My girlfriend's coming in a second, you see." The man's voice was deep and husky, befitting of his unkempt (yet still attractive) appearance.

"Ah, I see." Girls would blush in response, and leave quickly. Crap, the guy has a girlfriend? She must be gorgeous. I'll stick around to see what she looks like. This was a unified thought among the girls who approached him; and though many of these girls may be shallow and unperceptive, they weren't wrong about this thought.

A few seconds later, a panting blonde came running through the crowd, with five shopping bags on one hand and a copy of Hayama Akira's cookbook in the other.

"Excuse me, could I please get through?"

"Sorry, I just need to get over there. Could you make some space?"

To be honest, on the first glance, she looked like a typical Hayama Akira fan, who just happened to stop by and take her appreciative look of this newfound piece of eye candy. But as she continued to wade through the crowd with purpose, the girls started to notice something different about her - and under the scrutiny of the fifty girls waiting for the man's girlfriend to show up, the blonde effortlessly broke through the untouched-10-metre-diameter-area surrounding the young man, and shoved her bags into his arms.

Baffled by the sudden action, the man finally looked up, and smiled upon doing so. "Ah, Erina! What took you so long?"

"What do you mean, Souma? I had to get the brand new fifth edition of the magazine Akira-sama is featured in! And yes, before you ask, I do have his cookbook too, but that's not enough! You don't understand the dedication it takes to being a true fan. And I'm a true fan. Just look at him! Who wouldn't be a fan!" Erina flushed, and gestured wildly at the front cover of a magazine, plastered with Hayama's picture. "He's sooo melty and dreamy, look how hot he is! Look!"

Peering at the magazine, Souma scratched the back of his head, completely disinterested. "Huh. I don't see it," he mumbled, his fingers moving to try and smooth down and fix his girlfriend's hair, messy from running through the crowd - but to no avail.

"Erina, did you bring a hair tie? Your hair's a mess, and I can't fix it." Souma sounded somewhat concerned for a split second, but a glint quickly flashed in his gold eyes. With a dangerously seductive half-smirk on his face, he moved closer to her, the distance between them immediately intimate.

"You know I like it when you wear a ponytail..." whispered Souma directly into her ear, causing the girl to blush fervently.

"Shut up!" Erina's snappy yet embarrassed remark only induced a peal of laughter from her boyfriend, lighting up his entire face. His teeth gleamed white under the sunlight, and his large eyes reduced to amused and perfectly shaped crescent moons. If he was just 'pretty' earlier, his look now would probably be equivalent to Aphrodite's beauty.

"Well anyway, no, I don't have a hair tie, so that can't be helped. Also, you have no taste!" Erina, calmed down from her previous embarrassment, now began to lecture Souma angrily. "You don't understand true beauty. Akira-sama is so gorgeous... you should hope to look half, no, even 10% as good as him! Now come on, we need to line up for his signing session!" Dragging Souma by the arm, Erina walked steadily forward towards a labelled stall, towards the fansigning area.

During this whole exchange, there were only two words that seemed to overall, describe the mood of the crowd of around fifty girls who were watching the scene. This emotion ran loud and clear throughout everyone who was remotely capable of 'sensing the atmosphere'. This emotion was, acutely described in two words, "absolute shock" - and there were about three reasons for this.

One; Erina, the blonde girlfriend, was jaw-droppingly stunning. The girls knew that Souma's girlfriend wouldn't be a normal girl; but to see this level of beauty? No one would have expected it. Erina was dressed in a demure white lace sundress, with a floppy white hat on her head. Though the dress was simple, it was Erina's body which made it look so exquisite and enticing; the dress hugged all the curves of the girl perfectly, accentuating her voluptuous figure and her skinny waist. Her limbs were slim and long; and her skin was milk-white, a splendid complement to her blonde hair, the exact colour of spun gold. Her eyes were the most fascinating shade of violet... it was almost as if she had amethyst crystals in her eyes instead of a normal pigmented iris. After all, her eyes sparkled so prettily under the hood of her gold lashes; one look would have left a man flushed and nervous. It was probably a good thing that there were less men around for Hayama's fan meeting. Erina looked like a princess - she would have probably swept any man off their feet, just by looking at them.

Two; Erina and Souma, both individually dazzlingly beautiful individuals, put together, became an absolute visual explosion. They looked like a painting crafted by an art genius, unrivaled even by the famous Mona Lisa – they captured the essence of the perfect loving relationship flawlessly, and you could snap photos of them at any time and they'd look like professional models. It was bewitching how good they looked together... the small 'audience', exposed to such visual pleasure in such a short amount of time, could only be 'absolutely shocked'.

Three; and this only applied to the few people who were actually listening to the two's exchange - the others were busy being utterly wow-ed at the couple's appearances. Well, the whole subject of Erina's conversation to her boyfriend was Hayama Akira, and how hot he was. It's perfectly fine to fangirl over Hayama Akira's appearance. It's true that Hayama Akira is gorgeous in his own right. After all, his looks are world-class. Also, if you were fangirling about Hayama's superior raw skill over your boyfriend, I'd probably accept and understand the thought, because it's likely to be true. But how, just how, are you even mentioning Hayama's LOOKS in front of your boyfriend's god-like appearance?If I had a boyfriend that looked like yours, I'd never look at another man. Do you notice that your own boyfriend has looks that rival Hayama Akira's, or even perhaps surpass him in attractiveness? What? Look 10% as good as Hayama? BiiiTChHhHH. People would kill to look 10% as good as YOUR boyfriend! Are you serious?

And this was the outline of the thoughts of the girls who were listening in; and thus, out of incredulity, they were "absolutely shocked".

Our main couple, however, remained completely oblivious to the awe, shock and incredulity they left in their wake, as well as all the attention they seemed to be receiving. Erina was now dragging Souma by the ear, and with Souma skidding along, they were reaching closer and closer to the fan-sign destination.

And that wraps it up!

Hmm, you must be curious to see what'll happen there! If you're not interested, well, I'm sorry. HAHAHA

You shall see in the next chapter, updated sometime soon (hopefully)!

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