Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt! Brrrt!

Groaning sleepily, I slam my fist into the alarm clock blaring out a rather violent sound to disturb my sleep. Ripping me away from the great dream I was having. It was getting to the good part too! I hate it when you get to the best part of your dream and you have to wake up! Then you can't even remember the dream when you're awake! It sucks!

A whine leaving my lips as my dog yaps happily and bounds into my room, knocking the air out of me as she clambers onto my bed and sit on my chest. Her soft blue eyes sparkling with happiness as she knows that it's time for me to get up and feed her. Yapping my way, she begins nuzzling her nose into my cheek to try and get me out of bed, her tail hitting against the covers. If she were human, she'd be pouting right now about my ignorance.

"Mornin' Angel," I groan, sitting up slowly, smiling sleepily as she yaps and pulls the covers away from me with her teeth, the little snow white Samoyed happily panting with her tongue sticking out as I stretch my arms over my head, "God... my neck hurts,"

Angel yaps back in response, nuzzling my back, asking for my wings in her own way. Rolling my eyes with a small giggle, I pull her into my lap and let my wings grow from my shoulder blades. Two gorgeous, pale white wings flutter awake, small white feathers fluttering to the bedsheets while Angel nuzzles into them and snuggles into the warmth.

Feeling safe in them.

Angel, my dog, was found in an alleyway a couple months ago after one of our nightly walks. Her natural white fur was dark with spots of mud and dried up blood. Her side having a little gash from being attacked by something. She was a stray dog. Neglected by her owners. In pain. Alone. Malnourished. Suffering terribly with worms and fleas... My sister and I took her in, got her strength back and called her our own. We named her after my fathers quirk, Angel, since she was our own angel in a way. Always there for us whenever we had an off day... especially on dad's anniversary of him dying...

A pillow slamming into my face chases me out of my thoughts, my eyes narrowing as I glare toward my sister who grins toward me. Her chocolate brown eyes glimmering with playful intent. Giggling to herself as she hangs from the doorway, sending me a small playful wave. Wearing her sports gear. Possibly back from a run or from the gym.

"Morning sleepyhead," My sister, Amai, hums leaning against the doorway, crossing her arms over her chest with a small hum, her light brown hair scraped back into a messy ponytail, "There's some bacon in the fridge if you want it?"

"Yeah, thanks," I murmur softly, moving my head around to rub the aches from my neck, smiling toward my sister, "How was your run?"

"Not that interesting," she replies shrugging with a small laugh, resting her head against the doorway with a sigh, "Saw that asshole this morning, chatting up some girl I swear went to your old high school... the first one not the second one,"

"Must be getting desperate now if he's going to the same girl twice," I groan, chuckling to myself as I slip out of bed and slide my slippers on, "There's practically no girl he hasn't slept with,"

"Except you," Amai says with a small giggle, tilting her head as Angel yaps and headbutts her leg, "Would you ever... you know with him? He's pretty famous now,"

"Ha! You think I'm that stupid?" I reply with a small snort, rubbing the back of my neck as I open my wardrobe to get my clothes for the day out. Going for a blouse and a pencil skirt, simple and stylish, "You could give me all the money in the world and I still wouldn't agree to sleep with him,"

"Damn, that's a strong statement," my sister muses with a small giggle, kneeling down and ruffling Angel's fur.

"Well, he was a complete ass," I reply with a groan, changing out of my nightclothes and into my day clothes, grabbing my hairbrush from my bedside table as I begin to brush the knots from my hair, "Thank god I don't need to put up with him anymore,"

"Yeah, poor Endeavor has to put up with him now," Amai hums with a giggle, following me toward the kitchen and putting the bacon in the oven while I grab the dog food and feed Angel, "So~ What's the agenda for today?"

"Make coffee and clean makeup brushes," I reply with a small sigh, running my fingers through Angel's fluffy white fur as she scarfs down her food while my sister puts bread in the toaster, "Living the dream!"

Since dropping out of college, I managed to land myself an apprenticeship at a modelling agency. Working under a rather famous makeup artist in hopes of becoming one myself. It wasn't exciting, to say the least. All I did was make coffee, wash makeup brushes, throw out used makeup and buy new ones and I also buy lunch for my mentor. Nothing too amazing. Sure, Best Jeanist would come in from time to time for his own modelling shoots but that's the only interesting thing that happened...

Sometimes, if we were ever short on staff, I was able to actually work on models. To prove my worth to my superiors in hopes that one day, when a new model turns up at the agency, I can be the one to be their personal makeup artist. I can be the one to make the models look amazing for their shoots. Hoping and praying that someday I'll land a job and get my own models to work with and have as my own clients!

That was the dream after all.

"Spoke to mom lately?" Amai asks tilting her head as I get the toast out of the toaster and butter them up as she gets the bacon back from under the grill, "She okay?"

"She's fine, her and Damian are doing great," I reply with a small smile, Damian being our potential step father, dating our mother for nearly three years, if things go well, "He's taking her out for a weekend away to a cabin by the beach. She's so excited,"

"That's great," Amai hums as she bites into her toast after devouring her bacon, giggling as I grab a roll and make myself a bacon sandwich, "'Bout time she's enjoying herself, she worries too much,"

"Can you blame her? Her youngest daughter was heavily bullied and her trust issues went through the roof," I say, leaning against the kitchen counter as I bite into my bacon roll, swallowing down the food while Angel sits by my feet and cuddles, "Anyway, I better get going before Mrs Juniper has my head,"

"Have fun," Amai says with a grin, "And get us some gummy bears on the way home, I'm in a gummy bear mood,"

Rolling my eyes with a giggle, I playfully punch my sister in her arm before kissing her cheek goodbye. I ruffle Angel's fur gently and kiss her snout before grabbing my keys and heading out of the house. The wind brushing over my feathers as I ruffle them gently, ready to fly to work. My wings flapping a couple of times before pushing me into the air, over the buildings and into the clouds. The breezes brushing against my cheek as I soar through the clouds to work.

And what's flying to work without a little fun!~

Squealing happily to myself, pumping myself up for the day, I do loop - de - loops in the air, flying through clouds, twirling and twisting through the air. Then wrapping my wings around myself when I let myself drop a couple feet before zooming back through the air. Happily smiling as I get to the agency and land on my two feet. My hair probably looking like a right state.

Oh well. I could blame it on my sister if worse comes to worse!

Humming to myself, I walk into the agency and clock in, smiling toward fellow colleagues as I head toward the dressing rooms and the fitting rooms. Making a beeline for the coffee machine to make my mentor a cup of coffee. Pressing the button on the machine as I put a mug under the spout, tapping my nails against the counter as I watch the boiling water shoot from the spout into the mug. The smell of coffee filling the air. Once full, I pull the coffee mug from the machine and fill it with some sugar and milk, stirring it as I head toward my mentor. The head of today's line faffing over what design of makeup she wants for her models, umming and ahhing over the designs my mentor; Mrs Juniper had prepared.

"Good morning, Mrs Juniper," I greet, walking over to her with her morning coffee, handing it to her with a smile as she smiles back.

"Morning honey," she hums, the woman was in her mid forties and was very laid back considering the high strung and pressurising environment she works in, although she can be very heavy handed when she wants to be, "Today's going to be quite hectic, honey, so I would appreciate all the help,"

"Of course! I'm happy to help!" I chirp with a smile, my wings folded against my back as my teeth glint in the light, "Shall I begin the skin care routine on the models?"

"Yes please, dear," she says with a smile, nodding my way.

Nodding back, I head toward the dressing room where a model is already sitting in the chair in front of the mirror. Her chestnut brown hair done, half her hair pinned up into a messy bun and the other half was down and wavy: waiting for her makeup. Sending her a kind smile, I walk over to the drawers dedicated to all the skincare and makeup products we have before pulling out cleansers, toners, moisturisers and serums.

"Good morning, Miss, I'm (Y/n) and I'll be your assistant makeup artist today," I greet, bowing my head to her before grabbing a pad and soaking it in cleanser.

"Mhm," she hums rather unimpressed, her nails tapping against her phone as she allows me to wipe the cleanser over her face, a giggle leaving her lips as a message pops up. A small curse leaving my lips as she refuses to lift her head for me to start the routine.

"Could you lift your head for me please?"...

"Yeah, just five minutes! God! I'm talking to someone!"...