I don't own B-project kodou*ambitious, I wish I did, but sadly… it's, just not the case.

To Be Continued.

Chapter 3 Awkward Moments

POV Tsubasa Sumisora

With my arms extended out in front of me, spreading my outstretched fingers against the worn white tiles, swirls of steam surround my naked body. "Maybe, I should just ask him?" Endless thoughts race around my head while I verbally consider possible solutions.

Slowly pulling my dripping hands away from the tiled wall, before gently sliding them over my soaked hair, causing sudsy water to slide down my wet slippery skin. Softly tilting my head, allowing a surge of heated water to stream down my rather lengthy saturated strands. The water causes my hair to stick against my wet skin. Reaching up with two hands, I peel it away from my skin, squeezing the excess water from my soaked tresses. Once done I drop my hand to the nearby silver nobs, hearing a small rumble emanating from the ancient pipes, as I slowly turn the moisture dotted knobs.

My dripping wet hand blindly reached over the sparkling glass door, searching for my fluffy towel, kept on a paint chipped hook, next to the newly installed shower door. A much needed, late birthday present to myself, I actually used my first pay check to buy it. My lips proudly widen with the thought of earning enough money to replace the door.

Once my rifling fingers felt the plush terrycloth material I quickly pulled it over the fogged door, wrapping the towel around my freshly showered body. "Yeah, I'll just wait for him to be separated from the rest of the group and just ask him…. Na, that won't work. When is Ryuji not glued to his side?" Letting out an irritated huff, as clouds of heated mist drift around my distracted head. My fingers grasp tightly at the soft yellow towel, while gingerly stepping from the shower, "No, no, I should just let him, come to me,"

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Finding myself standing in front of the pristine white sink. Lifting a hand to the fogged mirror, swiping my hand across the surface. My flattened hand leaves a thick clear stripe of mirror, revealing a pair of perplexed crimson eyes staring back at me. A sudden thought causes me to quickly shake my head towards my reflection. "No, that would actually be the worst thing! What if he gave it back, during a meeting, in front of the rest of the group? What would they think? I wouldn't be able to face them after that…..hopefully the music store would take me back, after that."

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I stubbornly shake my head, towards my determined reflection. "No, I can't let that happen, this job is an amazing opportunity for me. It's not like it wasn't perfectly innocent, I was just there dropping something off. I've done the same, exact thing dozens of times with the other groups."

Unfortunately, my head chose this particular second to flash over to last Christmas Eve. My cheeks instantly blazed hot with the shocking mental picture of Hikaru during my visit with the Moons. My head drops to the empty sink, mentally shoving the disturbing vivid image out of my head….No matter how hard I try, I am sure the image will be haunting me for the rest of my life….there's just certain things you can't un-see.

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I can just see it, I'll be lying in bed with the warm afternoon sun slowly creeping over my thin bedridden legs. My daughter will proudly hold out the latest addition. Surrounded by family I'll reach out with a shaky wrinkled hand to touch the toddler's velvet cheek, catching her attention. A warm gentle smile will emerge on my wrinkly aged face, as I gaze lovingly at my beautiful granddaughter's face, for the first and final time. Ready to take my last wheezing breath, when suddenly the abrupt mental image of Hikaru standing stark naked will undoubtingly slip in my very last thought. Causing my distraught family to bury their dear sweet, departed grandmother with a horribly awkward expression, permanently etched on her face.

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I forcefully ponder other, more pleasant thoughts as I grab my motorized toothbrush with my free hand. Firmly tucking the towel tightly around my chest, before reaching for the toothpaste. "It's not like anything happened, but the rest of the group might get the wrong idea-", mumbling at my refection as I begin to brush my teeth and think about that night.

Flashback, two days ago…

Snuggling my face into a comforting warmth, as it slowly rises and falls against my cheek. Feeling an absolute peace with the intoxicating feeling. That is until a small click causes my crimson eyes to abruptly flash open. My heart pounds wildly in my chest ,as my fully awake eyes frantically glance around my surroundings , trying to figure out where the heck I'm at. Feeling something firm and warm take a breath, my panicked eyes snap up, seeing an unconscious platinum blonde practically underneath me…..while keys jingle at his front door.

My eyes flash to the sleeping blonde, knowing even if I did have time to wake him, which I didn't! The situation would remain awkward, at best. Without another thought I begin to panic, and dive for the floor. I wasn't exactly sure how the rest of the members would take their A&R visiting a single member, in his private flat for the entire night. It wasn't a minute later I hear two guys enter through the door.

"Hey, are you done with the last prank video we made for B-pro's website?" The pinket asks.

"Ah yeah, I think it's in the camera, next to the flat screen. Give me a minute, and I'll go grab it for you."

My shaky crimson eyes slowly slide up, noticing a rather prominent flat screen perched above me. Next to the flat screen, on the glass entertainment center, is the same damn video camera the two men are referring to. My panicked eyes scan the unfortunately sparse room for a new hiding place. Except, to my absolute horror, there isn't anywhere I could possibly get to, without possibly risking being caught.

"There's no hurry I'll just grab it on my way out. At the moment, I'm just starving." Yuta lets out a playful chuckle,

"Yuta, when are you not hungry?" Ryuji voice echoes from the foyer.

Desperate, I carefully tuck my body behind the far side of the couch, until my heart freezes in my chest, with the sight of my freaking, completely recognizable bag perched in front of the couch. I irritably rolled my crimson eyes as I Inwardly cursed myself, for my panicked behavior. I managed to make a perfectly innocent misunderstanding, look suspicious….and with every passing minute the situation only grows worse, ripe for salacious gossip …not exactly the sort of thing you want flying around the office, especially when your job is looking after ten attractive guys.

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My anxious eyes glance over, seeing the two bandmates playfully horse around, while they remove their shoes. Taking full advantage of the distraction, I lay flat on my stomach and begin to silently crawl by my forearms, inch by inch towards my bag. My teeth roughly squeeze down on my lower lip, as my shaky hand strains towards my bag, just barely grazing the leather strap with my outstretched fingertips.

"I can't help it, Ryuji. I am a growing boy after all." Yuta's voice grows louder, obviously making his way from the door. Knowing, any minute the two men will see my bag or worse yet, their A&R stretched out on Kitakore's floor, close to the passed out platinum's feet!

Out of desperation, I hastily drag my body on the pristine white rug, before urgently throwing out a hand, curling my fingers around the strap and silently jerk my bag closer to my body. Unfortunately, in my haste, my bag's strap caught on Tomohisa's foot, causing the platinum to stir in his sleep. Once the troublesome thing is safely cradled in my arms, I quietly wiggle my body backwards, behind the far side of the couch with not a moment to spare. My wide crimson eyes peek around the corner, seeing Ryuji lift a finger to his lips, before pointing at the sleeping platinum. "Shhh Yuta, Tomo is asleep on the couch."

"Oh sorry." The pinket whispers to his friend.

Ryuji pulls a new sucker from his pocket, quickly unwrapping it before sticking it in his cheek. "Let's just go in the kitchen …we can find something to fill that bottomless pit of yours." The sucker loving singer gently pushes the Thrive member towards the kitchen. After hearing their plans I begin to watch the two hungry idols walk towards the kitchen. A relieved sigh is released from my lips while I begin to form an impromptu escape plan for the door.

An unconscious Tomohisa's head sharply plunges forward, causing the singer's blue eyes to flutter awake. "Oh, hey guys, your back already?" The groggy platinum stretches his arms over his head." I thought you weren't coming back till morning?"

My head falls in frustration as I see the two idols turnaround, causing my opportunity for escape to be ripped from my desperate fingers. When a sleepy, all be it, totally oblivious platinum gains their attention, calling them back from the kitchen. My eyes quickly catch sight of two plates of half eaten sushi, resting on the glass table. I quickly toss my hand over my head, blindly feeling around on the table. Once my fingers lightly brush against, what feels like a plate I hastily snatch it off the table and on to the floor.

Ryūji gives the sleepy singer a confused look. "Ah, Tomo, it is morning."

"It is?" Tomo's eyes slide over to the glass wall, seeing a warm orange light engulf the vast room.

Ryuji softly speaks as he enters the sitting area. "We're sorry for waking you, it's still early, you should go back to sleep."

The sluggish platinum lets out a small yawn, before flopping across the white couch and curling on his side, softly cuddling his head in a stark white throw pillow. He sleepily waves a dismissive hand towards his flat mate while rambling his words with his eye sliding closed as he begins to fall back to sleep. "Oh don't worry about it, I just fell asleep listening to music with-um….." The groggy platinum whips his head off the pillow, fully awake and sitting straight up. Finally realizing who's missing, and begins to frantically glance around the room, in somewhat of a panic.

Ryuji walks closer to the panicked singer, gently placing a hand on his friend's forehead. "Tomo, are you feeling okay, your pale as a ghost."

"Uh, yeah, thanks for your concern, but I'm fine." Tomohisa reaches up with a shaky hand, pulling his friend's hand away from his head. "I was just having some wine, while listening to some music." The singer rested a hand on his confused head as his wide crystal blue eyes glance around the room. "I guess wwwe, I mean I…..I fell asleep here on the couch, last night."

An impish smirk grows on Ryuji's lips while raising a curious eyebrow towards his rambling roommate. "Uh, Tomo-"

The pinket walks over with a plate full of leftover sushi in his hand, happily popping one in his mouth. "Hey sleepyhead, you're awake."

Yuta plops down on the white leather arm, on the far side of the couch. He happily holds out the plate, silently offering it to Tomohisa. The platinum singer pushes the plate of Sushi back to his friend. "Uh, no thank you, but please help yourself."

Yuta reaches up and playfully rubs a hand in Tomohisa's silky hair. "Thanks again for the last minute concert tickets, the show was insane. You should have been there."

"Oh that, it was just something I unexpectedly found out about…..uh you know, last minute and all." Tomohisa anxiously glances around the room. "It's just something my family wasn't using. I really didn't plan it, I just sort of found out about the tickets, yesterday afternoon." The platinum man nervously rubs the back of his neck, as his blue eyes slide away from his friend and over the arm of the couch. He finally sees me on the floor, silently hiding behind the arm. I managed an uncomfortable smile, awkwardly wiggling my fingers toward the startled platinum.

"What the heck!" The nervous platinum yells out in surprise. "I mean, so I thought. What the heck, Ryuji and Yuta might like to go in my stead." He smiled anxiously at his fellow bandmates." Uh, maybe next time, I'll go with you."

"Hey Tomo, are you feeling alright, your sweating like crazy."

"See, I thought the same thing." Ryuji nodded his head as he grabbed a small sushi off of Yuta's plate. Yuta pulls the plate away from his friend while giving a sharp warning look. The dark haired singer just rolls his eyes at the pinket, before grabbing another leftover Sushi, and quickly walking out of the room.

"I'm fine! I guess I'm still a little tired from yesterday." His eyes nervously flash away from mine.

Ryuji returns, holding out a tall glass to his perspiring flat mate. "Here Tomo, try and drink some water, it might help you feel better."

The platinum shakes his head at his longtime friend, "Really Ryuji, I'm fine."

Ryuji lifts an expectant eyebrow, while continuing to hold the glass of water out towards his friend.

"Fine, if you insist." The platinum begrudgingly takes the glass from his friend, "Ah, thanks, Ryuji." With his stubborn friend standing in front of the surprised singer, Tomohisa quickly lifts the water to his lips, taking a long drink.

Once the satisfied sucker loven singer sees Tomohisa downing the glass of water he turns away from his friend. "No thanks is necessary. After all, what are friends for?"

Yuta playfully nudges his friend. "Well, next time you should think about taking, Tsubasa-chan."

Tomo suddenly begins to choke on the tall glass of water, abruptly pulling it away from his lips. "Tsubasa?" He roughly coughs out, before clearing his throat, "Uh, why would I do that?" Tomo quickly looks down to his hands.

With the mention of my name, my cheeks blaze hot, causing my embarrassed face to silently fall into the white shag carpet. Of course, I had forgotten the plate of half eaten sushi sitting in front of me, which my head just happened to land in. Silently disgusted I lift my smeared head, as a circle of spicy sushi slowly slides off my forehead. The pink and white seaweed wrapped wheel lands on the plate, but continues to roll around on its side, until falling flat. My hand silently shoves the cursed plate to the side, before wiping my fish covered face with my hand.

The pinket shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know, it might be fun …I mean, going together as a group."

Unfortunately, Tomohisa catches my little clumsy moment, causing him to chuckle to himself. "Oh yeah, your right, she would be rather entertaining." Unamused by his little inside joke I snap my crimsoned eyes sharply towards the chucking platinum.

The singer quickly stifles his snickers as his lips grow in a knowing smirk. "Who knows, maybe next time, I will take her?"

"Wait, you didn't actually think I meant a date, did you?" The pinket begins to laugh at Tomohisa, nudging him with his elbow. "I didn't mean a date or anything like that."

Tomohisa's eyes nervously flash towards his friend. "Ah no, I knew what you were referring to. I was just surprised you brought her up, that's all."

"What do you mean? It seems like that's all the group ever talks about, Heck at times, I'm surprised we still manage to get our work done. " Yuta chuckles to himself.

I couldn't look up and face the platinum singer, so I just shook my blazing blushing head on the white carpet.

Tomohisa awkwardly speaks up to the room. "Now to be clear, we just talk about how well she does her job, there's absolutely nothing creepy said. You know, the group talks about how well she takes care of us, as an A&R…..nothing more."

Laying on the carpet, hidden by the far side of the couch, my head snaps towards the platinum's voice.

"Uh yeah, of course that's what I meant." Yuta gives Tomohisa an odd look while he scoots away from his friend. "Although….Can you imagine, one of us actually dating the A&R? I mean there are ten guys in the group, stranger things have happened. Right?" Yuta's eyes uncomfortably drop to his plate.

With a curious eyebrow raised, Ryūji pops the blue sucker from his mouth. "Yuta, what are you saying, do you know something about one of the other members?"

"Ten members." Tomohisa whispers to himself, as he falls deep in thought.

Ryuji raises an eyebrow to his friend, snapping his fingers at him. "Ah Tomo?" Tomohisa quickly shakes his head.

"Enough Yuta!" The platinum shouts out. "Um, I mean, I'd rather not talk about it. It's not right for us to be talking about Tsubasa, like this, she's part of the B-pro's staff. " I can't help but feel bad for Tomohisa, when I notice a slight blush on his cheeks. Figuring my outlandish panicked behavior is causing him to be embarrassed, in front of his friends.

Yuta shrugs his shoulders, "Why not, I'm just being honest, you have to admit she is rather pretty, and you know as well as I do, the others think so too."

Ryoji slightly nods his head in agreement. "Yes, it's true, once you get over her rather ill-informed ditzy first impression, she's quite gifted in several areas. Her evident beauty, only being one of them." He pops the blueberry lollipop back in his mouth, after contributing to the uncomfortable conversation.

"When you add Killer King, that's around 14 grown men ready to possibly jump in with both feet. There's bound to be at least one…..you gotta wonder, how the rest will take it, once he comes out and confesses?" Yuta lifts his hand, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Tomohisa face grows sharp, towards the pinket. "Yuta, are you saying one of us is getting ready to confess?"

The pinket's eyes slide away from the platinum. "No, not exactly. I'm just saying out of 14 grown men, who's to say there's not at least one of us, who has developed stronger feelings for our A&R….and perhaps the rest of us should just get use to the idea, that's all." Yuta's head suddenly lifts towards the platinum with a curious look emerging on his features. "Tomo, why so touchy all of a sudden…Perhaps, what I said struck too close to home?" The pinket asks in a teasing tone, just before popping another small sushi roll in his mouth.

After silently listening to the conversion my mouth hung wide open, just stunned at the three members.

Tomohisa grumbles towards his friend while crossing his arms, and avoiding my eyes. "Yuta, don't be ridicules, your just trying to make me feel uncomfortable."

"I'm not saying anything that isn't true. You admitted to it yourself, that the idea makes you feel uncomfortable. For you, that's saying something." Yuta happily shrugs his shoulders.

Tomohisa's mouth falls open, unable to respond to the teasing pinket.

Ryūji steps in front of his two friends, pulling out his blue sucker with a pop. "Enough Yuta, leave Tomo alone. I told you, we had a tough day yesterday." He gives the pinket a sharp warning look while shaking his sucker towards him.

"Wait, didn't you just have an interview, and a fitting yesterday? That seems pretty light for one of our workdays." The pinket skeptically studies the two singers.

"The tedious interview, was with Kiss & Hug magazine, you know how difficult the editor can be." With his blue sucker bulging in his cheek, Ryūji waves a dismissive hand towards Yuta.

"Actually, Goushi was the only one that found the magazine's expectations difficult, Ken-ken and I thought it was a breeze. You two shouldn't have had any trouble." Yuta popped another shrimp roll in his mouth, after speaking.

"They kept asking about our families …..They wouldn't take nocomment for an answer." Ryuji's tone turns somewhat somber.

"Oh, I guess because of your family's fame, you don't get the usual favorite color or favorite animal question."

I couldn't help but hear Yuta's tone somewhat change, he almost sounded bitter. I was a bit surprised to hear the tone come from the normally happy go lucky pinket. He must still be upset with the tabloids harassing Ryuji. "Hey, Tomo, what's with the two wine glasses?"

Of course, that all changed with a single question. My astonished eyes flash over to the glass table, seeing two empty wine glasses perched in front of me.

"Pardon, what two-," His stunned eyes flashed towards the table in front of him.

After hearing Yuta's honest question I Inwardly cursed myself for stupidly grabbing the plate, but forgetting the extra wine glass.

Tomohisa nervously glanced over in my direction, "Oh, uh that. Well you see...I… I was tired, and I misplaced the first one, so I poured another." He quickly regained his composure, coolly shrugging his shoulders, while speaking to the pinket.

Yuta points towards the table. "But, there right next to each other."

Ryuji quickly grabs the glasses by their rims, holding them behind his back, in one hand. "Well, Tomo must have found it and decided not to waste it. What's with the twenty questions, I thought we came back to raid the kitchen? I'm getting kind of hungry." Ryūji begins to push the pinket towards the kitchen with his free hand.

The pinket yells over his shoulder, balancing the sushi plate in one hand. "Hey, wait what do you think I've been doing this entire time!" Yuta stops just before entering the kitchen, looking back at Tomohisa. "Hey, Tomo are you coming?"

The platinum gives me a silent, remorseful look before lifting from the couch to join his fellow bandmates. "Sure, I could eat a little something."

Watching the three, men turn the corner, having no idea when one of them would suddenly pop back into the sitting area. I quickly grab my bag, and begrudgingly slide the leftover Shushi plate under the couch. I fling my body from the floor, and hurriedly dash out the door without another second wasted. Only to find with the click of the door, closing behind me I stupidly left my coat, and shoes, on the other side. My defeated head lightly fell against Kitakore's front door, inwardly cursing myself, before begrudgingly starting my unavoidable cold journey, back home.

End of flashback…

With no real solution emerging, I find myself dressed in my old blue terry cloth robe. Staring at my closet, not really paying any attention to the few core pieces of professional wardrobe I could choose from. Unfortunately, my mind is drawing a blank, I couldn't think of any possible way, without making it awkward, for at least one of us. Realizing this I let out a heavy sigh, with my head pounding, I fall back on my bed in utter defeat, "Maybe I should forget about getting them back,"

My crimson eyes glanced over to the window, seeing a burst of wind blow through the nearby blooming sakura trees. Knowing the air still held a cold chill, despite the spring like appearance, causing a slight shiver to run over my shoulders. "I should just let it go, it's not worth risking my job." I glumly decide as I force myself up off my bed, and back in front of my closet.

I carefully reach out a hand, grabbing my normal blazer, holding it out in front of me. My eyes slide over to the rather chilly day, just outside my bedroom window. Letting out a heavy sigh as I put back the blazer and opt for a heavier sweater to wear over my white blouse. I carefully toss the heavy sweater, on my bright yellow bed just as a knock comes from my front door.

With one hand, I clench the top of my robe closed, while peeking out the peephole of my front door. "Yes, who is it?"

"It's package delivery, miss." A dark haired man with a clean shaven face, motions to a silver wrapped box, under his arm.

"I wasn't expecting anything, are you sure it's for me?"

The delivery man lifts his free hand to his brown hair, while grumbling to himself .He drops his hand and checks his electronic tablet. "It says this package was to be overnighted to a Sumisora-san, a …..Tsubasa, Sumisora-san. Is that you?" The gruff man letting out an irritated sigh, holding up the tablet to the peephole.

"Yes, that's me, but like I said before, I wasn't expecting anything."

"Listen lady, I have other deliveries to make, do you want it or not? I kind of need an answer so I can move on with my rout."

I glance down at my closed bath robe, before speaking awkwardly at the door. "Fine, just leave it at the door, I'll get it in a minute."

"Suit yourself." The man quickly makes a note with his digital pad, before carefully setting the package down next to the front door. "I should have listened to my mother, she always thought I should have been an accountant." The man looks back at my door, "Beats the hell out of this job, and its crazy customers." The deliveryman grumbles to himself as he walks away.

Once the irritated man leaves, I quickly slip out my door, leaning down to pick up the mystery package. I curiously shake the silver box to my ear as I walk further into the room, before resting it on a small round table. My fingers briefly cut the clear shipping tape around the box and cautiously open the package, finding a small white envelope, neatly taped to the silver tissue paper. My hand carefully pull the card from the paper, slipping an iridescent white card from the envelope. An amused giggle slips from my lips as I read the card.

"Princess,

I thought you might need this back. Please don't be concerned, the rather eventful visit will remain between the two of us. I can honestly say I will treasure your gift, as well as the memory of that night...Oh, by the way, my little panicked Cinderella, I also found your shoes… as well, as the plate sushi.

Sincerely, Prince Charming. "

While holding the amusing card, I began to peel back the tissue paper, finding my coat and my shoes deep in the silver box. I couldn't help but pull my coat close to my chest as a burst of relieved laughter falls from my lips.

A little later ….

Once we finished our Monday morning meeting I slid all but today's notes back in my bag, and quickly caught up with the three different groups, walking towards today's transportation. My fingers hastily flipped through the pages while my crimson eyes scan over each page. Totally absorbed I didn't notice the gleaming glass door out in front of me, until it suddenly swings, open, mere seconds before walking into it. "Tsubasa, ready to begin another day?" The flirty deep voice caused my head to snap up from my paperwork. I quickly turn, seeing a devilish smile emerge on the bluenette's lips.

"Oh sorry, I guess I'm a little distracted with my work, I didn't see you standing there."

"Well, I guess it was rather beneficial I couldn't tear my eyes away from you. Otherwise you might have walked straight into the glass door." The bluenette teases as he leans closer to me, with a raised expectant eyebrow.

I awkwardly pull my face back, from the teasing bluenette. "Ah thank you, Aizome-san."

"Aizome-san, why so formal? Tsubasa, I just saved you from a rather nasty headache." With his body practically hanging on the door he leans closer to my face. "What, don't I at least deserve a kiss for my valent efforts?" A mischievous smile curled on the bluenette's lips.

My eyes nervously glace around the two of us. "Ah Aizome-san?"

"Please, excuse me." Kazu suddenly walks in between us, causing Kento to abruptly lean back. The blond singer was followed by Hikaru and Nome. The Moons' leader stopped just outside of the door, turning to the once puckering bluenette. "You know Kento you really shouldn't block the doorway." He turned sideways, with a cool smile gracing his features. "Are you coming Sumisora-san?" The blond holds out his hand to me.

"Tsubasa-chan!" Hikaru flings his arms out wide, lunging towards me.

Just before the green haired singer catches me both Kazu and Nome reach out and grab the excited singer by the back of his shirt collar. "Oh, Masunaga-san, Tatsuhiro-san Thank you!" My cheeks warm a bit from the sudden rescue. "I'll be along in a few, I just have to catch up with Kitakore, and Thrive, before I go."

"Very well, we'll be waiting on the bus." My crimson eyes glance to the blonde, as he and Nome drag Hikaru towards the bus. "Please hurry, I don't know how long Nome and I will be able to hold him back."

A smiling Mika steps off the bus before quickly making his way towards the other members. In one graceful movement, the glasses wearing moons member pulls a fresh yellow banana from his bag and waves it in front of the struggling singer's nose. A mesmerized Hikaru suddenly stops struggling and swipes a hand at the yellow fruit. Mika's wide lips curl at the ends as he jerks the banana out of Hikaru's reach. Hikaru reaches out another hand as Mika begins to lead him to the bus.

"Alright, I'll hurry." I couldn't help but giggle at the banana loving singer. However, my eyes soon fell on the pink haired Thrive member. With his head tilted up towards the scattered pink blossoms, of a Sakura tree. Except my smile fell from my lips as I noticed he wasn't his normal cheerful impish self. His woeful eyes were sadly staring at the breathtakingly beautiful flowers, lost in his own thoughts. The odd sight caused a sharp pain in my chest.

"Tsubasa, if you would like, I can at least help you with Thrive?" a voice called my attention back to the bluenette.

I quickly reached in my dark blue tote bag, pulling out a small bag and a few magazines, handing everything to the confused bluenette. "Thank you, Aizome-san."

Kento's sky-blue eyes blinked down towards his filled arms. "What's all this?"

I gestured towards the bag. "Well, you'll be in the studio today, so I packed some snacks for the three of you."

"Of course you did, you take such good care of us." I blushed at Kento's words, as it sent me back to the rather awkward conversation in Kitakore's flat.

"No need to blush on my account, my sweet Tsubasa. However, I must ask is there a reason you're giving us boy band fan mags? I mean if there for entertainment, you must know by now I have no interest in other men."

"Aizome-san?"

"In fact, for you, I'd choose only one woman." The bluenette leans in so close I can feel his warm breath blow against my face. His beautiful blue eyes burn towards me, giving his flirty words, serious undertones.

Stunned, my words practically fall from my lips. "One…one…one woman?"

The bluenette leans in close, as his blue eyes gaze down towards my stuttering lips. He's so close to me I begin to feel the warmth of his body, the odd situation cased my head to fog, finding it hard to think ….let alone move.

"Kento, hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to stand in doorways." Ryuji and Tomohisa suddenly walk between us. Ryuji pops his cherry sucker back in his mouth, after speaking. My crimson eyes immediately flash towards the silent platinum, walking with his longtime friend. A knowing smirk grows on his lips as he catches my curious eyes, causing my face to heat up.

I quickly turn my head, allowing my face a moment to cool down, before returning my attention back to Kento. "Ah no, Aizome-san the magazines are for Kaneshiro-san."

"Ah, Tsubasa, I know Goushi and I don't always see eye to eye, but I'm pretty sure he's not into men, either." Kento blinks towards me with a somewhat perplexed face.

"Aizome-san, what are you talking about?"

"Ah never mind." The bluenette just shakes his head. "If your too innocent to figure it out, I'm certainly not going to explain the other team to you, Well, at least not in public, now privately is all together another matter." Kento teases.

"Aizome-san the magazines were sent to Kaneshiro-san, from the editor of Kiss & Hug magazine. She thought if he read some of the interviews in prior issues it might give him some idea of what she's looking for."

"Great, so I get to delivery fan mags to Mr. grumpy pants, something he really can't stand? From a women he just barely tolerates." Twirling his finger in the air, "Whoopee, this ought to be loads of fun." Kento speaks with a sarcastic tone.

"I'm sorry Aizome-san, you did offer to help." My eyes glance over the bluenette's shoulders, noticing Yuta still mentally lost in the beautiful pink blossoms.

The bluenette begins to head for the black stretched car. "Oh goody, that makes the situation even better, see ya Tsubasa, you owe me."

Throwing out my arm, catching his elbow with my hand. "Wait, Aizome-san, can I ask you a question?"

The bluenette blinks down to his arm, a wide smile grows on his lips. "Sure Tsubasa, anything for you."

"Well, uh I'm not sure how to ask this," I nervously pull my hand away, and notice Kento lips turn down for a moment. "Um, what's with Ashū-san and the cherry blossoms?" I leaned closer, whispering my question.

Kento gives me a confused look. "Uh, cherry blossoms?"

I discreetly nudge my head in the pinket's direction. "See, over there."

He lets out a heavy sigh, "Oh that, I wondered if you would notice. To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure." A concerned Kento lifts a hand to finger his bangs, "Ever since Yuta and I first met, he just gets this way. It's always the same time, every year. Whenever Tomohisa or I ask, he just acts like everything normal."

"Yeah, that's what he did when I tried to ask him about it." Nodding my head towards the concerned Thrive member.

Kento sadly gazes over to his pink haired bandmate, "I wouldn't worry too much. It seems to only last until the cherry blossoms fall from the trees." Kento lifts a hand, playfully rubbing it in my hair. "Sometimes, I wonder if he just gets sick of the colder weather….Whatever the reason, he won't say." Letting out another sigh, "It never effects his work, so we just let him be." He drops his hand away from my head, before shrugging his shoulders. "Sometimes people just want to work out things for themselves." The bluenette ponders to himself as he turns his back, beginning to head for the black car once more." Well, see ya Tsubasa, I'll make sure Goushi gets these. Thanks for the snacks. "

"Uh yeah, sure not a problem." Lifting my hand in the air, wiggling my fingers towards the back of the retreating Thrive member. My hand freezes in the air as I watch the bluenette join the depressed pinket, instantly a wide playful smile magically appears on the pinket's lips.

Although, I notice his somber pink eyes look like they're about to cry.

End of POV

End of chapter.

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