I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 12: A Sudden Photoshoot

After wandering around the shopping mall for a while, I was still debating where to shop for clothes. Fashion wasn't really my thing, so everything just looked the same to me. Honestly, even if I had the money, I had no idea what kind of style suited me. I let out a small sigh, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the choices.

As I was about to turn and head for another part of the mall, I suddenly heard a loud voice calling out.

"Hey! You there! The one who seems to be deep in thought!"

Huh?

I blinked in confusion and instinctively glanced around. I figured they must be calling someone else, but strangely, there was no one else nearby. When I turned around, the muscular man in the flashy pink shirt was staring directly at me, his eyes wide in disbelief. The entire photoshoot crew—including the staff and the beautiful woman beside him—was also looking at me in stunned silence.

...Wait. Why are they all staring at me?

I glanced behind me, half-expecting to see some celebrity or model that they were gawking at. But... there was no one else. The realization struck me like a hammer—I was the one they were staring at.

"Um... is something wrong?" I asked, tilting my head slightly in confusion as I approached them.

As I got closer, the muscular man's eyes seemed to shimmer with some kind of intense passion—almost like he had just discovered the eighth wonder of the world. His mouth fell open slightly, and for a moment, it looked like he was seeing some kind of divine revelation.

Then, suddenly, he clapped his hands together with a loud smack and pointed at me with a dramatic flourish.

"YOU! You're perfect!" he declared, his voice booming with absolute certainty.

"E-eh!?" I took a step back, startled by his sudden exclamation.

"You!" he repeated, striding toward me with fiery determination. "Would you like to participate in this photoshoot!?"

"...Huh!?"

I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. For a moment, I was convinced I had misheard him. I quickly glanced around, but no, he was definitely talking to me.

The woman standing next to him—Miwa-chan, as I had overheard earlier—blinked in surprise, her eyes widening slightly as she gave me a once-over. Her lips parted ever so slightly, and I could see the faintest hint of awe flicker across her face.

"Wait, seriously?" Miwa muttered under her breath, seemingly just as stunned by the man's sudden outburst. She glanced at the staff beside her, and they, too, were staring at me with similar expressions of disbelief.

The man clapped his hands again, his face practically glowing with excitement.

"Yes! Yes, it's perfect! You'll be the substitute male model!"

I blinked several times, trying to process what he had just said. A substitute male model? Me?

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"W-wait! You mean... me? Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone else?" I asked, my voice rising slightly in disbelief.

The man laughed heartily, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. His grip was strong, almost like he was afraid I might run away.

"No mistake! You're exactly what I've been looking for!" He gave me a once-over, his eyes practically sparkling. "Tall, lean, stylish—your proportions are perfect! The bone structure! The natural charisma! The way your eyes carry this enigmatic charm—it's flawless!"

"Ehh!? Charisma!?" My voice cracked slightly. What is he even talking about!?

The other staff members nodded fervently, clearly agreeing with the man's assessment. One of the makeup artists, a woman with short, chic hair, clasped her hands together and beamed at me.

"Wow... his skin is already perfect. We wouldn't even need to apply much makeup."

Another staff member, a man holding a camera, nodded in agreement. "Yeah. His facial structure is stunning. The jawline alone could carry the entire ad campaign."

"W-wait! Wait, wait, wait!" I stammered, raising my hands in a flustered gesture. "I-I'm not a model! I'm just a regular guy! I—I don't know anything about modeling!"

The muscular man—clearly the director or photographer—leaned in closer, flashing a confident grin.

"That doesn't matter! It's about presence and natural appeal—and you've got it in spades!" He placed his hands on my shoulders, looking me dead in the eyes. "Trust me! You were born for the camera."

Born for the camera!? What is this guy even saying!?

I glanced at Miwa, hoping for some kind of intervention or maybe a sign that this was some sort of prank, but she just gave me a small, reassuring smile.

"It's okay," she said softly. "It's not as intimidating as it sounds. You'll just have to pose with me a little. It'll be over before you know it."

Her warm, gentle expression somehow made it harder to refuse.

"But..." I began, still hesitant.

The director, clearly sensing my reluctance, clapped his hands again and turned toward the crew.

"Alright! Prepare the outfits! Makeup team, get ready! We're making this man a star!"

Before I could process what was happening, several staff members surrounded me, enthusiastically ushering me toward the makeup station.

"H-hold on! Wait! I-I didn't agree to this!" I stammered, but my words were completely drowned out by the bustling of the crew.

One of the makeup artists, a cheerful woman with short brown hair, grinned at me as she began brushing my hair lightly with her fingers.

"Oh, you'll be fine! You've got a natural look—you barely need anything done. Just some light touch-ups to make you look extra polished!"

A wardrobe assistant rushed over with several stylish outfits in her arms, her eyes practically sparkling as she glanced at me.

"He's going to look amazing in these."

"H-hold on!" I protested weakly as they began pulling me into the makeup chair.

But Miwa approached with a reassuring smile, placing a gentle hand on my arm.

"You'll be fine. It'll be over in no time," she said softly. Her voice was so soothing, it made it impossible to argue.

Letting out a shaky breath, I reluctantly allowed them to work their magic.

Before I knew it, I was standing under the bright lights of the set, dressed in a sleek black suit with a silver tie, looking completely unlike the person I had once been. The stylists had carefully tousled my hair, giving it a casual, yet elegant look.

I glanced at my reflection in a nearby mirror—and froze.

"...Is that... me?"

The man staring back at me looked like he had just walked out of a luxury magazine. The sharp jawline, the confident stance, the smoldering gaze... it didn't feel real.

Miwa stood beside me, looking elegant and radiant in her dress. She smiled warmly.

"You look incredible."

The director clapped his hands excitedly.

"Alright! Let's begin!"

Before I knew it, the camera was flashing, and I was posing beside Miwa. She subtly guided me through the movements—tilting my head slightly, resting a hand lightly on her waist, meeting her eyes with a calm, smoldering look.

"Perfect! Hold that pose!" the director shouted.

"Wait, I'm actually doing this!?" I thought in disbelief.

Yet somehow... I didn't feel out of place. It was surreal, but as the camera flashed, I found myself moving naturally, almost instinctively.

As the shoot continued, I caught Miwa smiling softly whenever our eyes met. Somehow, I knew... this day would change my life forever.