@eternallyelena — SAE ITOSHI X JOURNALIST READER
THE PEOPLES SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
— FEATURING: You, an aspiring journalist at the peoples magazine interviewing THE sae itoshi(said this like 8 times) after being elected the peoples sexiest man alive
— WC: 2K (shit bro this was long asl)
Interviewing people was basically a no brainer for you, I mean it was basically your job, and you had a weird talent for coaxing conversation out of people. Maybe it was your naturally bubbly and playfull personality, maybe it was that charm you had, maybe it was how you always made your guests feel welcomed. However, you felt awfully intimidated of Sae Itoshi. Out of all the new gen 11, who you have happily interviewed, he seemed so closed off and reserved, while yes you were very used to very cold people, Sae Itoshi was also deathly handsome, those gorgeous teal eyes paired with that sexy pink hair. Those cold belittling eyes made your heart skip a beat.
Thankfully, Girolan, Sae's Manager had never really reached out to you. That was until yesterday. You were sat happily on your sofa, engulfing a tub or icecream while watching your drama, then you suddenly got a call from your manager. See, you worked for something called People's Magazine, in which worked closely with celebrities. So, you were expected to do an interview with this some random celebrity, no biggie, you could wink and flirt with some dude easy.
"Y/N?" Your boss called, awaiting your reply.
"Yes yes hello, what's up?" You replied, feigning enthusiam, you were relatively exhausted from chasing down models and dealing with their cocky attitude.
"You are aware you've got to do an interview with this years sexiest man alive right?"
Your mouth was agape, seriously? THE Sae Itoshi, truthfully speaking, Sae was very sexy. Like stupidly sexy, those cold eyes with that amazing body? No wonder he was voted, even if he had only recently turned 18. Not to mention, that detatched, authorative voice which sometimes made your legs quiver.
"Y/N?" Your boss called out, worried about your lack of reply.
Oh dear, now you really had to work hard tomorrow, and hopefully not get flustered for the sake of your career and for the sake of your dignity.
So, you decided to call it night, as you needed as much sleep as possible to prepare for that interview tomorrow. Unfortunately, you just sat there tossing and turning in your bed, nerves shaken with apprehension. Tossing and turning in bed, you gradually found yourself sound asleep, thanks to your efforts to divert your attention to something else.
A loud blaring noise had woken you up. Your stupid alarm, which you thwacked multiple times in order to shut it up. After careful consideration, you got out of bed, then scrambled to get ready. Although the crew did typically put some makeup on you and assign you an outfit, you still needed to ensure you looked your absolute best for your celebrity crush. How often did the Sae Itoshi agree to interviews, without his manager pleading with him.
After torturing your hair with heat, by blow drying it, straightening it, then wetting it again and then drying it again, then curling it as it straightening didn't look as good. Then placing numerous facemasks onto your face, to achieve that effortless glow, you finally headed to your workplace, waves of fear and embarassment washing over you.
"Y/N!" Your colleague called, guiding you to the makeup room. "I can't believe you got an interview with this years sexiest man alive, you're so damn lucky!
"Haha, yeah, but I'm so nervous, he's so blunt and distant, do you think I'd be able to handle all that?" You sighed, your reluctance very visible.
"Tell you what, have a little drink before you go on, it'll boost your confidence." Your colleague advised, "plus you're very pushy and talkative when you're drunk." She continued, her tone significantly more teasing.
"Where would I even get a drink at 1:00pm on a Tuesday?" You scoffed, but secretly considering her idea.
"Here ya go!" She cheered, passing you a small bottle of Jack Daniels.
Instantly, you grabbed the bottle and took a few sips, obviously you didn't instantly feel drunk, but it did help soothe your nerves just a little bit.
An hour passed of you pacing back and forth, with the makeup crew clearly lamenting their decision to accept you as their client. Finally, you were called on, with Sae goddamn Itoshi sat there, looking relatively bored, and hot as hell, but like hell you were going to say that.
The camera crew gave you the signal that you were on air, which made you sigh, your nerves eating at you.
Much to your surprise, Sae initiated the conversation, causing you to jolt and break out of your stupor.
"Am I that boring to talk to." He said, very bluntly, taking you by surprise.
"No no, not at all, I'm just nervous!" You chuckled, hoping to laugh it off.
"Why's that." He asked, he had the audacity to ask as if he just being here wasn't causing your mind to go berserk. (for him)
"Nothing nothing, shall we the start the interview Mr. Itoshi."
Instead of dignifying you with a reply, he simply just glanced at you, permitting you to ask your rehearsed questions.
"Alright, when you found out you were crowned sexiest man alive by the people, what was your reaction?"
That question seemed to bore him, and begrudingly he gave a response. "I didn't really care, it doesn't effect my dream for football."
Well, what did you expect, he didn't seem to care about anything but football and being the best striker in the world. You bit down on your lip hard, before swallowing and wishing you had drunk a bit more for this interview.
"Right, okay, but what about your parents or friends, did they have any reaction to it?"
"Not really, my mother did call to congratulate me but that's about it."
He was just so unresponsive, he gave you basically one word answers that gave you nothing to go off, and naturally you did try research some facts about him, but there was just nothing at all. Just as you were about to change the topic, he asked you.
"What was your reaction to me being sexiest man alive?" He asked bashfully, the tips of his ears turning relatively red.
What? Were you dreaming? Was Sae Itoshi really blushing infront of you like a nervous school girl? But it did give you ammunition to continue the interview.
"Oh? My opinion, well." You blushed intensely, your face pinker than his stupidly fluffy hair. Then, suddenly you got a random shot of confidence, Was it the liquour, Was it the fact he was blushing heavily or was it the fact you basically had a crush on him since like forever. "Well, I think it was well earned." You said while kneeding the spongey part of your shared sofa, a little embarassed why you said that.
"Oh, alright." He murmured, his ears still relatively pink as his eyes darted away from you. You took this chance to scoot a little away from him, and pray to god he didn't notice at all.
"Do you have any relationship deal breakers, and what is your ideal date?" You asked calmly, managing to compose yourself a lot more now.
"I'd say my ideal date is getting to know eachother in a comfortable environment, and my deal breakers would be scootin away from me like I'm the damn plague."
Oh so he DID notice, well okay. That reply caused your face to go absolutely beet red, why was god punishing you by having this dreadfully hot man tease you on public TV and why was your manager just allowing this. Though you did secretly like it, you couldn't afford to have your heart toyed with, not by the guy you've found hot for years!
"Ah, so you did notice." You mumbled, insanely nervous and hoping he wasn't mad.
"Why don't you come closer?" He suggested, seriously, so that you had to oblige, what kind of journalist just humiliates her client in public. So, you scooted a bit closer, until he simply just grabbed you and pushed you right against him. While resting his arm around your waist, causing you to yelp at the sudden contact.
"You're awfully touchy!" You gasped out, to which he raised an eyebrow, acting as if this was a normal occurence.
"You were shivering, I assumed you were cold." He explained calmly. "Would you like my jacket?"
"Sure.." You said, sighing softly. As he wrapped his jacket around you, it being unfairly small on you, making you feel silly. Another thing was that his muscular body was on full display, causing you to be even more flustered.
Right, you had to get back at him for so casually flustering you so badly.
"So Mr Itoshi, do you perhaps have any fetishes?" You asked playfully, hoping it'd cause him to be embarassed. And to be fair, it did, his unbothered face had a flush of pink on it for a few seconds before he glanced back at you, now unfazed and said confidently.
Oh yeah, and just by PURE luck you happened to wear a pair of shorts that made your ass look great. Nicely done by the aesthetic team.
"Alright, how about an ideal type." You spluttered out, as his hand casually began to rub up and down on your waist, provoking very inappropriate thoughts to brew.
"I'd say someone whose very well spoken, and bubbly."
Hold on, are you delusion, or is he describing you. As many celebrities and critics often describe your interviewing skills of being superb, due to your well spoken and bubbly exterior. Why was he this forward? You had to test if it was really you he was talking about.
"Okay, Mr Sae Itoshi, do you have any crushes or interests in anyone."
"Oh? Do you plan to confess your feelings anytime soon."
"Perchance, after this interview I'll ask them out."
Okay, maybe he was just oddly nice to you due to Girolan forcing him, what a shame, but being engrossed in the world of celebrities, you knew better than to let your hopes get up so easily.
However, as the interview progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling he was somewhat interested in you, was it for the cameras? As his answers seemed oddly flirty or vaguely specific to you. The rational part of your brain just explained it was a coincidence, as no chance in hell was Sae Itoshi caught up to date with journalists, but still, a part of you wanted to believe he really liked you. To be honest, you couldn't tell as you just refused to meet his gaze, anytime you did you instantly felt your face burning up, and your mouth becoming speechless.
After the interview reached its close and the camera crew signaled it was okay to leave, you got up to go, but were stopped by a wrist on your hand. Sae's wrist. You turned around to meet his gaze, which caused you to blush a little.
"Yes? Did you have any further queries Mr. Itoshi?"
"Yeah, are you free tonight?" He said calmly, causing your jaw to drop.
There was no way this was happening.
"Yeah! Yeah totally!" You stammered out, as you scrambled in your pockets, searching for your phone out of fear he'd just walk away.
"Here! Put your number in-" You pushed your phone into his face, as he graciously took it, calmly typing out his number and saving his name.
"Okay, call me as soon as you get off, and please try not to stutter so much while talking to me." He said in his usually monotonous voice, yet you didn't miss the slight teasing that lingered within.
At last, he walked off, allowing your legs to give out as a very handsome man, no actually, this years sexiest man alive casually just put his number into your phone. To be fair, you wanted a lot more things of his in your stuff, but that was far too soon. At that, you scurried home, hoping to prepare for your date.
— a/n had to rush near the end bc my hg wanted to go out n eat so blame her ass
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