A/N: *sigh* Laura Anders1 had a great idea for Azusa's ending and after reading it, I couldn't stop thinking about how it would play out. Plus, I feel really guilty giving Tsubaki an ending, but not Azusa, so Azusa is also getting an ending.

Fuuto

Ema was so focused on her homework, she almost missed when Fuuto came home. She was halfway through her first semester of Meiji University and loving it. She especially loved that she shared classes with both Masato and Yusuke and that the three of them often did homework together. It made schoolwork more enjoyable.

"Welcome home, Fuuto-kun," Ema said, looking up from her laptop. Fuuto glanced at Ema and the moment she saw his face she asked, "What's wrong, Fuuto-kun?" Fuuto clearly looked upset and Ema couldn't imagine what would make him upset enough for him to show it on his face. He almost always hid his true feelings. He liked to say that people who couldn't hide what they were really thinking were idiots.

Fuuto paused on his way to the fridge and Ema wondered if he would refuse to tell her, or brush it off as nothing, then he gestured for Ema to follow him. "We can talk in my room."

Ema stood, closing her laptop and gathering her things onto a corner of the table before following Fuuto. Once in Fuuto's room, he climbed onto the bed and sat against the headboard, scooting over to make room for Ema. She hesitated for just a moment before sitting next to him.

"What happened?" She asked.

Fuuto sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. "The president of my agency said that he's willing to let me transition into becoming an actor if my acting for the drama I'm in right now is good enough."

"That's fantastic, Fuuto-kun!" Ema said, excited for him. For years he'd been telling Ema about his dream to become an actor, and she couldn't believe that he finally had a chance.

"Not fantastic," Fuuto corrected in irritation, shaking his head. "I keep making mistakes and the president isn't happy with my performance. Maybe I'm just not cut out to be an actor after all."

Ema stared at Fuuto while she thought of what to say. He looked stressed, angry, and depressed all at once. "I think it's pretty obvious what you have to do, don't you?" Ema asked, raising her eyebrows.

"What?" Fuuto asked, turning to look at Ema.

"Obviously you need to straighten up, stop complaining, and not give up," she said sternly. Fuuto's eyes widened in surprise at Ema's tone. "This is your job, Fuuto-kun. Everyone feels pressure at their job sometimes. Just because you feel like things are tough right now is no reason for you to quit."

Fuuto's mouth gaped for a moment. "You—what would you know about work? All you have is an internship that you've only been doing for a couple months. You don't know what the real work world is like."

"I may not have much work experience," Ema admitted, "but I've seen our brothers under a lot of stress. Tsubaki and Azusa are under a lot of pressure whenever they do an anime for a popular manga and sometimes they struggle too, but they don't ever stop trying. And Masaomi and Ukyo both have difficult jobs where unexpected things often happen, but they continue to work hard every day. You, on the other hand, aren't used to pressure like they are because you don't take your job as an idol as seriously as our brothers take their jobs. You've only looked at your job as an idol as a stepping stone to become an actor and haven't really cared about it. Our brothers take their jobs seriously and that's why they experience pressure. None of them give up just because they mess up or encounter opposition. You wouldn't want to quit after experiencing pressure if you were taking your job seriously."

They sat in silence as they stared at each other, Fuuto in shock over Ema's words. He was used to Ema always being gentle and supportive of everything the Asahinas said. He'd expected her to give him sympathy, not a lecture.

Finally, Fuuto said, "You're right." This time, Ema's eyes widened in shock. She wondered if it was the first time Fuuto had ever said those words. "I haven't taken my job as a pop star seriously, but things are different now. This opportunity is really important to me, and I really want to go for it, even if I do suck right now."

Ema smiled. "There's no guarantee that you'll succeed with this drama, but you'll definitely fail if you stop trying. I know that you'd always regret it if you gave up and wonder what would have happened if you'd given your all to this project."

Fuuto found himself struck wordless again. This was why he wanted Ema. Not because she was the prettiest, or the sexiest, or the smartest. She was different from all the other girls he'd met before. She just always knew what to say and when to say it. He couldn't imagine his path of becoming an idol without having had Ema by his side. He always wanted her there supporting him.

"It's cruel of you to scold your little brother when he's down," Fuuto chastised Ema.

Ema flushed and her eyes widened. "I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"Don't bother apologizing," Fuuto said, shaking his head. "I find your words motivating. I promise that I won't give up, no matter how hard things get."

"Good," Ema said, smiling again. "Then I expect to only hear reports about how hard you're working."

"Fine, fine," Fuuto agreed, laughing. "I don't know when you became such a hard task master, Ema-chan."

Ema, figuring that their conversation was over, was about to get up when Fuuto clamped his hand onto Ema's arm to stop her from leaving. "Fuuto-kun?" Ema asked, tilting her head.

Fuuto smirked at Ema. "You know, there's a question that I asked you months ago that you never answered for me. I'd like to get your answer today."

"What question?" Ema asked, trying to remember.

Her eyes widened as Fuuto got up on his knees and swung one leg over so that he was straddling her. He cupped her chin in his hand as he stared down at her. "I asked you if you would be affected by my touch if you thought of me as a little brother. Now, if Wataru were to kiss you on the cheek, I'm betting you would find it very brotherly, but if I were to do it…" Fuuto trailed off as he leaned down to kiss Ema.

Fuuto brushed his lips across Ema's cheek, then moved to her ear and whispered, "How does it feel when I kiss your cheek, Ema?" Ema flushed as she felt Fuuto's hot breath against her ear.

"I—I…"

Fuuto smiled at Ema's stuttering and said, "If you can't figure it out, maybe you just need more examples." He laid a kiss below her ear before kissing his way down her neck. "Well?" Fuuto murmured against Ema's collarbone, "How do my kisses make you feel?"

"F-Fuuto-kun," Ema gasped, her head arching back and one hand coming up to tangle in Fuuto's hair as he sucked on her collarbone. Fuuto froze, his body flaming at Ema's reaction to him and the tone of her voice.

He pulled back to look at Ema's face, shocked. He'd expected her to do what she usually did, stutter and clumsily deny that she felt anything special when he touched her, despite her body's obvious reaction to him. Instead, he looked down to see Ema's cheeks touched with red and her eyes half-lidded. She looked so sexy that Fuuto found himself flushing at the sight. In a few moments he'd gone from being in complete control to being on the verge of losing control.

"Ema?" The question in his voice was obvious.

Ema's blush deepened as she looked up at Fuuto. "I—you're right. I do feel differently when you kiss me…when you touch me. The very first time you did, the night of your concert, I was so caught off guard, I couldn't think about it, didn't want to think about it. When I told you that I couldn't accept your feelings for me, everything that you said about my fears of hurting the family were right, and I denied my own feelings because of it."

"So…what changed your mind?" Fuuto asked.

"Hikaru-kun," Ema answered.

Fuuto scowled, irritated at hearing another man's name on Ema's lips at a time like this. "Hikaru?"

"He came to see me in France. He asked me if I could honestly say that I thought of all the Asahinas as my brothers with no other feelings attached, as well as some other things that made me think hard about how I felt and what I wanted. And Natsume-kun also said something that makes me reevaluate how I think of you—I see you as part of the family I belong to, but not as my brother."

"Good," Fuuto declared pushing Ema down onto the bed, "because I was never going to give up on making you see me as a man rather than as your little brother. This I have always been serious about." He lowered himself on top of Ema and covered her lips with his own. Ema's hands came up to tangle in Fuuto's hair again. He gently bit her lower lip and when Ema opened her mouth, he slid his tongue inside, brushing it against hers.

~.~

A few weeks later, the final day of the shooting for Fuuto's drama came, the day when he would learn whether the president of his agency would switch him from the idol division to the acting division. Ema could barely stand it as she waited at home for Fuuto, anxious to hear the news. She was waiting inside his room, since that's where he'd told her to go.

When Fuuto finally opened the door, Ema immediately jumped up to see him…only to see an unreadable look on his face. "How did it go?" She asked nervously. "Did the president approve of you transitioning to become an actor?"

Fuuto shook his head and Ema slumped. "Oh, Fuuto," she said, walking to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Fuuto said, gently removing Ema's arms from him after returning the hug for a moment. "Right now, shouldn't you be telling me to learn from this and try harder in the future? This wasn't my first acting opportunity and it won't be my last. I'll continue to improve and will have to fail a lot more times than this to give up on becoming an actor."

"That's wonderful, Fuuto-kun," Ema said, her face beaming with pride as she smiled at him.

"And you'll stay by my side and support me through all of it?" Fuuto asked.

"Of course," Ema said, surprised that he'd asked. They hadn't told anyone else about their relationship yet, but it was more than settled that they two of them were together. It was a little hard to date Fuuto since he was gone so often, but Fuuto had proven devoted to the relationship. He often texted Ema to let her know where he was and when he couldn't be home he'd leave little gifts for her. Ema was surprised at how sweet and thoughtful a boyfriend Fuuto was proving to be.

Fuuto smirked as he grabbed Ema's hands and started walking backwards towards his bed. "If that's true than that means that you'll support me even when I fail." He fell back onto the bed, pulling Ema on top of him. "Doesn't that mean that you should help me to feel better?"

Ema blushed as she stared down at Fuuto. He was always the instigator when they kissed, but she didn't want to let him down, and she needed to be more forward and open about showing her feelings for him. Ema leaned down, fighting to get passed her embarrassment as she closed her eyes and brushed her lips against Fuuto's.

~.~

Later that night, Fuuto carefully grabbed his phone off his headboard, trying not to jostle Ema, who was sleeping in his arms. He opened up a group text, feeling it was passed time he let his brothers know just who Ema belonged to.

Your precious little sister has made the obvious choice for her boyfriend.

If any of you are stupid enough to lay your hands on her, I'll take her

away and be an actor in the U.S. instead of Japan.

Fuuto smirked as he hit send. That would get his message across loud and clear.