“Urgent summons,” it chirped in the Hexa Herald voice. “Lisa Liemawr requests your immediate presence. Coach’s orders. Follow me.”
He blinked. “Coach... what?”
But the bot had already zipped off. Jihoon followed, uneasy. He needed to talk to Minjo. This had better be quick.
Before he could protest further, a flash burst in his face, ...blinding and white-hot. He recoiled, vision flaring. Around him, people and machines whirled in a frenzy: drones adjusting lenses, photog rigs pivoting, someone yanking at his sleeve, voices shouting over mechanical hum.
Then Lisa’s unmistakable voice cut through the chaos: “He’s here. Perfect. Light him up now. Reset the aperture! Kyra, ready on pose option C!”
Another voice, silky and seductive: “Over here, Ringer. Lemme see those pretty eyes.”
Jihoon turned, dazed and partly blinded. “What’s going on? A photoshoot?”
“Of course!” Lisa’s voice was far too chipper. “Quick! Uniform change. Baseball kit. Chop chop, handsome.”
Warm fabric was thrust into his arms. He obeyed without thinking, numb. He dodged curious gazes as he changed behind a portable screen.
When he returned, blinking under the harsh photolights, the scene snapped into focus. A turquoise backdrop curtain stretched behind a girl so flawless he wondered if she was CGI. Tall, feline, radiant: the head cheerleader, Kyra. Skin like silk-augmented vinyl, cyberlock hair twisted into luminous braids, and the school colors etched along her cheekbones in shimmering nano-paint.
“Kyra, give us coy. No... Flirt! You're in love with him.”
Jihoon glanced around. “Where’s the coach?”
Kyra turned, smiled, and grabbed his wrist with cool, perfect fingers. “Photoshoot, Ringer. You need autograph photos for the Season Opener.”
He stared. “Autographs? Me?”
She leaned in close, her voice a whisper only he could hear: “Just smile and look at the camera. You’ve got the face. You’re already poster boy material. Time to act like it.”
Jihoon’s palms were sweating. His breath caught. She smelled like synthetic cherry and static electricity.
Meanwhile, the reporter bot’s feed overlay scrolled data across his form: heart rate spiking, pupil dilation, body-heat map, facial symmetry score—everything flagged as “high engagement.” The drone beside it captured slow-motion loops of his blink, the tension in his jaw, the way his uniform clung to his frame. Every detail was logged for the livestream and future promotional clips.
And suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else.
On him, Jihoon / Lathandro:
Pant tattoo 2: Cubic Cherry Delta pants fade add-on LATEX, fatpack [BOM](Androgyny Event)(187L)
Top: Fewness Amity Shirt/Legacy [mesh](CyberFair)(249L)
Bandaid: ZEROICHI STORE Fat Bonus ZERO black (Light) [mesh](CyberFair)(180L)
Boots: Cattoza Lumyn Boots / Legacy Male, fatpack (PBR) [mesh](CyberFair)(999L)
Baseball Bat: Top Shed Model_Baseball Bat [mesh]











