Casually leaning against the wall, Ren Tsuruga finds himself alone practised friendly professional smile still prominent, he has a moment alone with his thoughts as Yashiro takes some important phone call. Kyoko, she has been avoiding him lately and it bothers him, he's been careful with his interaction with her, unwilling to push her into a more romantic relationship. Sigh, doomed to forever be a senpai.
He scans the bustling hallways, attempting to spot the flamboyant orange hair with the outrageous hot pink jumpsuit, forced upon her by President Lory. Disappointment hidden behind the faux brown eyes, he lifts his wrist, watching the unmoving time on the broken wristwatch. His shackle.
"Tsuruga-san?"
The familiar tormenting voice haunting his being squeaks down from him. Surprise whilst maintaining the friendly smile, he greets her. She's talking to him again. She's squirming under his gaze, a light embarrassed blush dusts her cheeks tempting him further into damnation.
"Mogami-san, how are you?"
She blinks, watching him carefully, she had been evading him for the past few days. What she was about to do, required a lot of courage, courage she lacked. Smiling she answers in a positive matter, before fidgeting again. Regaining lost bravado in just saying hi to him. She has no hope.
"I was hoping to speak to you, privately."
Shock shines through his cracking mask, unsure of where this is heading. Denying her would upset her, but being alone with her would put him in danger of moving too fast for her again. But he nods, keeping in the forefront of his mind what could happen with a misplaced hug, or an unwelcome touch.
They stop just outside the LoveMe door, she opens the door slightly, searching, pleased with the emptiness from within she walks in, with her tall senpai following closely behind. She's tense and edgy as he enters, wearing a hole through the carpet trying to decipher the best way to tell him.
"Mogami? There was something you wished to discuss?"
She freezes on the spot, taking a deep breath, calming her racing heart. She interlocks her gaze with his, he can't move, can't breath, she's consuming him with a look and – oh. She looks so adorable, his hands grip his arms, folding over each other, preventing him from hugging her. That is just too enticing.
"Tsuruga-san, I care for you and... I know you're my senpai but, could you see me as something more?"
His arms fall from their grip, baffled, unexpecting.
"I can, I mean... I do, see you as something more Moga-, Kyoko."
He steps closer to her, and she's unresponsive, her mind overloading both from the dazzling smile protruding his lips, eyes soften to utter happiness and want. An intimate whisper of Kyoko passes his lips again, drawing her closer, embracing her in the circle of his arms. She's blushing, grasping the lapel of his shirt, drawing him closer giving him permission to push forward, all fear of pushing her away from a simple touch out of his mind.
Crash and a shout of "Ren! We are due out in two-" has both members leaping away from the other, a chasm forming from the embarrassment of nearly being caught, flushing heated faces, one refusing to look away from the ground, the other with a cold and deadly glare at his Manager.
Yashiro looks between the two, slowly processing the idea of interrupting something, a screech of excuse me followed by another slam to the door leaves the two once again in each others company.
"Tsuruga-san, I will understand if-"
Cutting her off from the train of thought, preventing her from even daring to suggest it, his lips press against hers, fingers softly stroking her dyed hair so affectionately, whilst the other holds her chin up for better access, she's the most beautiful thing in his world, and he'd be damned to let her go.