AN: Hey there guys! It's been a while since my first fic, haha. So here's a short drabble with a somewhat plot. I didn't expect it to turn out so angsty. ___ I started this with Yura and her manager getting to getter in the end, but this sad, angsty ending came out. Oh god. TOO MUCH ANGST. ;___; I'm gonna go and crawl into my bed and cry now, kthnxbai. ;3
She was doing it again. That look that made him feel as if he wanted to envelope her in a hug and tell her everything was alright; he was there. Wide, puppy-dog eyes that looked close to tears. Dammit all. It was all because of that bastard Minamitani. Yet again, Q-ta had failed to answer Yura's calls or emails, and this time, they finally tracked him down. At a restaurant. With another girl. Yura had run out right away, and she and her manager were now in the car on the way home. From beside him came a muffled sobbing noise.
"I told you to stay away from him," he couldn't help saying. "Now look at what's happened." No response. "He was only chasing after you for your father. He doesn't deserve to be with you." "But.. I loved him." She choked the words through her soft sobs. Those four words. The ones he knew were true yet dreaded. He longed to stop the car and just tell her that Q-ta was not the only man out there. That there was one right in front of her that loved her for who she, and not her parents were. But he resisted the urge, and drove on into the night.
They couldn't be together, even if she did love him back. Managers and their talents had a strictly working relationship, and there would be a huge scandal if the young rising star had an affair with her manager, no matter how well-respected he was. He gripped the steering wheel ever tighter, trying to control his wildly spinning emotions. Dammit all.
Nanase was waiting outside when they arrived home, and Yura immediately rushed to him. Nanase just hugged Yura without saying a word, and let her cry. He walked inside, and let Nanase comfort her. It's better this way. She just thinks of me as her manager. And this way, nobody gets hurt. But me. He closed the door to his room and collapsed against the wall, his face cradled in his hands. It's better this way.