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* OOC notes *
(When it comes to fan fiction, I find being in character important. Sometimes, however, for the sake of plot and flow things have to be tweaked. So just to hold the manga's character, I'll tell you what's OOC)

In the picture, it is possible but difficult to see that it's Kisa instead of him being unrecognizable.

~Uni (UnicornWriter2121)

The search began the next day. An older girl, the one who went by 'Kit' had an internship at the editing division of Marukawa. Kit was very informal, wore a lot of pink and white and was hopelessly in love with Onodera Ritsu. Because of this unrequited love, the beautiful dirty blonde suggested multiple people from Emerald's editing department to be the 'Pretty boys' for the show. She snuck pictures of everyone she could- Hatori, Onodera, Mino, Takano, even the occasional visitor from the sales department Yokozawa. Kisa-san was missing, sick enough to not be working, but she decided that she had enough boys to show the group the next day.

Plenty of boys were suggested, the prettiest being Yukina. The ones that were chosen were Onodera Ritsu, Yukina Kou, Yoshiyuki Hatori, Takano Masamune, finding the idea of most of them being in one area pleasing. They also had the most argument that they were 'Lively' and not just models for the public or practical stereotypes.

The instructions stated that filming was not to be started until a month and a half from now, two months until start date, so they had time to pull some strings.

Things that needed to be done-

1. Get spies on the inside, similar to Kit's internship
2. Buy various small cameras with both video and photo features
3. Figure out how to collect information and what risks can be taken.
4. Set up episode plans
5. Make the idea more clear for the rest of the team
6. Find out who Yukina kissed.

Some of the boys were unhappy with that last one—It seemed worthless to them. Why should we care who the ridiculously popular boy kissed? But it was a necessary component, no matter how annoying it was. The personal life others didn't know about was a big part of the show's appeal.

So they set up the hunt. Ask people who wouldn't know Yukina if they know who that man could be, investigate all leads! That way people wouldn't report back to Yukina—That would give the film club's project away.
The hunt was on, and the club was ready. Print outs done. Field agents set. Phones ready to text Mori the information.

This is going to be fun. Nakano thought. A lot of fun.

Onodera's work surprisingly let out earlier than he expected. Day was as normal—Trying and failing to avoid Takano, Working on this and that, on the phone with authors and printers and trying to meet deadlines, the same as the end of the cycle always was, running around and trying to fix every problem in the entire world. Tired, but finished a little early, ready to go eat at a restaurant to relieve hunger that would not leave with protein drinks and boxed lunches. Takano was busy, and he somehow was not intercepted or called by someone else.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Onodera stepped outside the office building. Takano was stuck doing extra work he wasn't expecting, Kisa had been suddenly given something to do as he was going to leave, much to his annoyance. Kisa had a lot on his mind, but that did not change the workload or 'Importance of getting things done!'

Onodera was just walking down the steps, thinking of what train station to get off on for the café he was planning on eating at. A final way of getting away from the world at large, perfection in all accounts.

Then, a girl he could only describe as 'Adorable' intercepted him on his way down the sidewalk. She was the intern they called 'Kit', an effective secretary and a lot of fun to be around, always adding a little light into the room. She held a ridiculous love for manga, otaku vibes practically pouring out of her at all times, She was always trying (and failing) to be encouraging.

Yet somehow her effort works to a certain extent, until the end of the cycle. Nothing inside the office can brighten that up enough to be noticeable.

"Onodera! Hey!" She said, stepping in front of him. "The film club I belong to is doing a competition, and I need to confirm some material." She held up the paper. "Can you use a second to see if you know who this is? It was taken at the art festival and we really do need to know." She pointed at a smaller male being kissed on a stage, someone who could be many people and looked quite young.

To Onodera, it fit. It looked a lot like Kisa-san. Hard to tell with the hat, but it did show part of his face and he had seen the scarf many times before. His stare nervously broke off when he knew who it was. Shit.

"Uh. No. No, I don't know who that is!" Onodera said, getting flustered. Damn. I need to get better at hiding my emotions. He clearly was Kisa-san, but it appeared to be a farm for misconception and he didn't think Kisa would be at all okay with him telling the girl who he was, nor the girl asking in the first place. Considering the boy looked much younger than Kisa and he had no knowledge of Kisa being… gay. He needed an excuse to run, and fast.

Words spun in his mind, but a way to get away evaded him. Just something, damn it! Frantically he opened his bag and pretended to hurriedly look through it. "Ah! I forgot a storyboard. Thank you for stopping me, I would have forgotten. I really have to get it, so bye!" Onodera ran back up the steps, into the building, and slid into the elevator as fast as possible. He had to warn Kisa-san—This wasn't nothing at all.

Kisa-san typed furiously, rushing so he could leave in time to see Yukina. He wanted to spend as much time with his boyfriend as he could, and was about to leave when the work piled up again. Re-doing the proposal that 'wasn't good enough', thinking of storyboards, animes and work. Nothing but work. Work, work, work.

That is, until a flustered, out of breath Onodera skidded to a halt near his desk, panting. He looked at him, guessing it was a work thing or something, Onodera always thinking of such things. However, Onodera did look quite worried, more flustered than normal. "Onodera?" He said. "Do you need something?"

Onodera caught his breath, thinking over in this head what the hell to say. 'Um, there's a picture of you kissing another boy being shown to people by an intern asking who the kisser is.' 'Did you kiss a college student recently?' 'There's a picture of you kissing the boy from the bookstore outside'. All of which seemed wrong. Do it professionally. Okay.

"Uh- Kit is outside, she showed me a picture of you and what looks like Yukina from the bookstore and you kissing? She asked me if I knew who you were, I didn't tell her—" He cut off as Kisa's head fell to his desk with a thud.

"Oh my god." Kisa stated. "Oh my god. I'm going to die. I'm going to die." It felt like to him and anyone around him like a sudden storm cloud passed over him, forcing darkness onto everything. Takano looked over, listening now.

"Kisa-san, are you okay?" Onodera inquired, relieved he didn't tell Kit who Kisa was. It was clear that that wouldn't have ended well. "I mean, it's not obviously you." Onodera said, attempting to console his older co-worker. "I really didn't tell her, so if you're going ou- "

"Shut up!" Kisa suddenly yelled. The entire office staff suddenly turned to face Onodera and Kisa, surprised by the yelling. Kisa realized his mistake and turned scarlet. "Just shut up." Fuck. The word repeated In his head. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit.

Onodera was shocked by the uncharacteristic audacity his comments had created. It was quite confusing—Something was going on, and yet again he was completely oblivious to it all.

Takano finished with his work in that moment, and put his hand of Onodera's shoulder. "Shall we go? I'll cook for you."
So much for a nice dinner alone. Onodera thought to himself. Once again I am assassinated.

"Mori! It appears one of our boys is aware of the kisser's identity!" Kit said over the phone excitedly.

"Hm? Which one?" A mostly-awake Mori answered. He'd fallen asleep while reading yet again, Kit's insistent phone calls rousing him from slumber. "Who did you ask?"

"Onodera Ritsu!" She said. "He got all flustered and he ran back inside! He totally knows! This is so exciting!"

"Onodera… Ritsu?" Mori yawned. "I guess the chase is getting somewhere. Talk to his colleagues, if we ran in it's probably someone who knows from work."
"Got it boss! Agent Kit is armed and ready!"

Kisa rushed through his work, motivation to get the hell out of the workplace overpowering his tiredness. He was embarrassed as hell, but so glad Onodera told him. He let his irritation at it show so people know not to tell Kit who he was, allowing him some room to avoid the thought of being called out to Kit. A game had been set and it pissed him off. A toy! He yelled in his head. They think I'm a toy! And now everyone knows that I… like boys. Suspecting things about me and Yukina… It's embarrassing! Ridiculous! Stupid!

And with that thought, he walked into a pole.

He had been walking quite hurriedly homewards, staring at the ground, and he hadn't seen the light pole that stood outside Marimo Books. The impact struck his head, and he fell to a crouch, holding where his head had his. He was just standing up to go when he was suddenly embraced from behind.

"Kisa!" Yukina's cheerful voice said into his ear. "You okay?" His face held that beautiful smile that had a history of sweeping him away, nagging at him as he pushed him away, self-conscious and flustered to be publicly embraced in a way that was so culturally inappropriate.

Yukina genuinely looked worried, though, so Kisa gave a quick "I'm fine, thanks." Silence held for a short while, drawing into awkwardness before something else was said. "Uh—I'm just going to go." Kisa said, slinging his bag over his shoulders, hurried to get away and collect his thoughts before he said something he regretted to his younger lover.

"You going home?" Yukina inquired. Kisa nodded, still attempting to escape without a beautiful but unwanted accompaniment. "I'll go with you then. You still have ingredients in your fridge for dinner, right?"

"Yes, but—" Kisa continued to attempt to deflect and get away alone, but Yukina had this way of making his motivation for such things change into a meaningless blob of intentions that always gets left behind. "I can cook my own food." His final front against being whisked away.

"I can cook your food. You don't have to worry about inconveniencing me, I'm off work anyways!" He smiled, practically sparkling in all respects. "It's decided!" he exclaimed, and the two men picked up pace again towards the elder's apartment.

Kisa couldn't forget what happened at work that day, though. And like hell he'd be able to tell Yukina about such things! Ugh. He thought. It's hopeless. Completely hopeless.

"Mori!" Kit's chipper voice rang over the phone. "It's Kisa Shouta! The kisser! I would have never guessed!"

"What? Who?" Mori inquired. It really was getting interesting.

"One of the editors for emerald. This is great!" She grinned. "I would have never known! They're so cute, too!" She couldn't wait to tell Nakano alllllll about it.