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Art Bookfair

"Thank you for coming with me," blonde and brunette were entering backstage at Tokyo's Art Bookfair, both wearing press credentials which, in Taichi's opinion, made them look incredibly cool. "My mom really had to make me cover for her and I would've felt like an ass if I said no…"

"Right." Taichi chuckled, looking straight at Yamato. "She told me how much you begged her for letting you cover this event. I mean, I know Takeru is the one who likes to accompany your mom the most at these kinds of events. But I still wanted to feel important," he stated pointing at his badge.

Backstage, everything was calm, but you could hear clearly the bustle from outside.

"So, are you going to tell me the actual reason why you wanted to come here?" Taichi eyed all the food that was standing at the tables backstage. An Art Bookfair? At least in an actual Bookfair Taichi could slide to the Manga section but here he had to pretend he was interested in… art. He still grabbed an Onigiri.

"There's this designer and Ikebana artist that's presenting her book," he responded quickly, words eating one another as he blushed slightly. Taichi didn't even notice, his attention still on the food. "She's brilliant, only a few years older than us and already building an empire! It would have been impossible to see her otherwise."

"… So, you decided the better idea was to beg your mom for press passes." Yamato still couldn't believe his mom had betrayed him and told Taichi the actual reason why they were there, he sighed.

"Yes Taichi, but you don't have to enter to the press conference with me if you don't want to." The blue eyed sixteen-year-old had finally found himself in front of the door that lead to the room where the press conference was happening. Taichi seemed relieved that he didn't have to sit through an hour conference of someone he had never heard of and simply disappeared in the sea of people.

Yamato took a deep breathe before entering the main room of the Bookfair, it was still a little bit early, but he wanted to find a good seat, not too close but not too far from the stage. He had been following Sora Takenouchi's career ever since he saw her on TV about a year earlier. Sure, he first paid attention because she was stunning, but she was way more than that. Starting her own clothing brand at fifteen and turning her mother's Ikebana school into an international subject.

Sora Takenouchi was a genius, and she barely ever did any public events he could attend, it's not like she was a musician and he could go see her play at a concert (like himself), so when he saw a banner at his school with her name on it for the Art Bookfair he had to, and Taichi was right, beg his mother to let him attend the event somehow.

The whole room was suddenly full, with journalist clearly at least twice his age. He wasn't planning on speaking whatsoever, but with only professionals around him, he just didn't have a chance. Sora Takeounchi appeared in the room and he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. She was wearing the most beautiful kimono he had ever seen, and he knew it was unfair when it came for beauty standards in women, but she was just… flawless.

She presented her book, as a normal book presentation usually went, Yamato supposed - considering he had never been to one before-, and naturally, a question round came around. Yamato had been working on a list of possible questions he could ask Sora, but since he was so nervous that morning, he forgot it at his apartment.

Sora's eyes danced through the people in the room, but every time her gaze passed near Yamato he felt his heart skipped a beat. There was just no way he could talk to her if he could not even stand her ruby eyes on him.

"Any final question?" Sora asked to the microphone. Yamato had been paying so much attention to every word she had to say that the pace of time went by way faster than he would have wanted. He felt, indeed, quite sad. He also could not understand why his arm was up in the air waving like a psycho. He then noticed Taichi was right next to him making those motions happen, and for the third time in the day, he felt the need to murder him.

"Yes, the guy in the navy-blue shirt," of course Sora had to mention him by the color of his shirt, she was an expert when it came to colors, after all. She was an expert when it came to so many things, and she was only nineteen!

"Uhm… yes," Yamato cleared up his throat and stood up as still as his legs allowed him. His hands could barely hold the microphone as she felt Sora's empathetic gaze on him, letting him know that it was okay, she wanted to hear him. "How did you manage to build all this emporium at such a young age?"

It seemed like the journalists around him had finally realized he probably should not be there, and how young Yamato was. Muttering filled the room in a way even Sora noticed, and she didn't appreciate.

"I see you are quite a young journalist yourself as well," she winked, making the room go silent, her voice had that magical power. When she spoke, everyone listened, as an almost hypnotic force. "I just believe society has put impediments in age, which we need to break now and then. If you believe you can do something, try, and if you fail, try harder the next time. I was also a very stubborn thirteen-year-old when I made my mom buy me that sewing machine," the whole room exploded in laughter, including Taichi.

"I am pretty sure you are quite stubborn yourself, considering you're a journalist at your age." All eyes were on Yamato, and he felt completely embarrassed.

"I am not a journalist, I am just covering for my mom," he cleared his throat, feeling almost dizzy. "I am a musician, actually."

"Perhaps I could design your outfit for your first gig, then." Sora said, right before closing the presentation. Every person in the audience had received a copy of her book, including Taichi, whom Yamato still could not understand how he had gotten to the presentation so late and without making any noise.

Sora then to personally signed every one of the copies, and when Yamato's turn came by, he was surprised she remembered him.

"I really think you should follow your dreams," she told him, as she wrote those exact same words in his copy, followed by her phone number. "It would be my pleasure to design for your first gig, don't forget it."

And he never did. In fact, he worked so hard as a musician he finally was famous enough to call her, and take her word for granted.

Author's Note

I don't even know, this idea popped into my head and thought it would be cute. Then wrote it way faster than I expected, considering I no longer believe in love and have been lacking inspiration.

Anyway, if you read it, thank you. If you leave a comment, THANK YOU EVEN MORE.

Xoxo, GossipChii.