"So, Shiro, would you be open to modeling for me some time?"

Shiro looked down at his beer. It had been his sixth that night, and if he was completely honest, it should be his last one before going to bed.

"No offense, but why me?" Shiro asked Keith, who was at his fifth beer of the night.

"The appropriate answer would be that I haven't done portraits in a while, and I don't want to get rusty." Keith answered, taking another swig of his beer.

"And the inappropriate answer?"

"Because you're ripped and I need more followers to make it as a photographer on the internet?"

"You're right. That is inappropriate. But, you know, you could always go back to college." Shiro chuckled as he finished his beer. Only when he looked back at Keith did he notice the man was completely serious. "Oh."

"Come on, it'll be two minutes of just snapping photos, and it could really help me get my name out." Keith almost pouted.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it. But just this once." Shiro sighed, cracking another beer open before he got up. This was gonna be a long night.

It must have been noon by the time Shiro woke up on the couch, his phone vibrating next to his head. He groaned and grabbed the device against his will, answering the call.

"Hello?" He asked groggily.

"Shiro, why is your shirtless torso all over Buzzfeed?" Matt, Shiro's best friend from the police force, now a private detective, asked him. His voice static through the telephone.

"My shirtless torso is not all over Buzzfeed, whatever Buzzfeed may be." Shiro groaned as he rubbed in his eyes.

"Really? Then how do you explain the headline 'Former Police Officer Takashi Shirogane Shows Off His Scars Shows Us That Real Beauty Can Come From Anywhere', hm?"

"KEITH!" Shiro shouted, dropping his phone to the couch.

The man, still comfortably curled up on the couch, jerked awake, nearly sending his Macbook crashing to the ground.

"What?!"

"Did you post last night's photos on the internet?"

"Mmmmmnnnnnnooooooo? Okay, yes, fine. I did." Keith admitted, looking about as guilty as he felt. Ergo, not at all. "But to be fair, I made you your own page on Instagram and I tagged and credited you in every single picture I put up on my page. Of course I posted the other half of the photos on your account and linked back to mine to help get my name out there."

"That doesn't make it better!" Shiro protested. "You could at least have kept me anonymous!"

"Shiro, we were both drunk off our asses, I don't think either of us were thinking straight. Hell, I don't remember asking you to take your shirt off." Not that Keith wasn't grateful for Shiro losing his shirt anyway. Those photos performed better than any of the others.

"Well, I don't remember anything!"

"Yep, I'm not getting involved in this. Good luck, boys. Matt out." Came from the abandoned phone before it clicked. Matt had hung up.

"Keith, just, please. Delete the photos and the account." Shiro said, holding out his phone to the art school drop-out.

Keith sighed and took it, scrolling through the enormous wall of likes and new followers, briefly fantasizing about what could have been before navigating to the profile settings. When suddenly, Shiro's phone dinged. A DM came in. "Holy fucking shit…"

"What?"

"Hello Takashi, I've taken a look at your photos, and I'm very impressed by your bravery. I can't imagine it was easy to post photos of your scars and prosthetic in such a public space, but I respect you all the more for it. It is one of my personal goals to promote a positive self-image among people of all ages, shapes, colors and abilities, and I believe you can help me with that mission. I hope you would be willing to meet me over coffee in the near future to discuss the details. Love, Allura." Keith read out loud.

"Who's this 'Allura' person?"

"Only the richest woman in town with roughly half a million followers on her blog and one point three million on her Instagram." Keith said, showing off the profile.

"Just tell her 'no'. I'm not interested in some rich lady taking pity in me— Oh my god, is that her?"

"Did I mention she's also drop-dead gorgeous?" Keith smirked as Shiro quickly snatched the phone back from him, and watched gleefully as the older man slowly typed a reply to Allura.

"Hi Allura, thanks for your kind words. I really appreciate them. I'd love to meet up with you some time. Name a time and a place, and I'll be there."