my hands cupped in yours

Tenma Tsukasa knows agony. He knows its taste from the way he was turned down from position to position, the way every model agency he applied to had rejected his application to become a manager until a model had chosen him herself, and from the way he had to build his reputation up from the ground to be able to be acknowledged the right to stand next to her.But nothing could have ever prepared him from the pure, pure agony of the searing heat of Emu’s hands on his, guiding them to her waist.“Tsukasa-kun,” she giggles, because of course she’s giggling. “Don’t be so shy! It’s just a photoshoot!”