The brown both hair and eyes boy was surprised when he arrived at the location sent by Hajime. It was a dancing studio, a place for choreographer to practice and compose a creative, original dance. This time apparently, he was helping the 'staffs' to prepare a dancing room. He was assigned in the idol's reserved room to set up the apparatus needed. He pondered by himself, what could he do in this clearly completed room? The radio was there, checked. The mirror reflected without any trouble, checked. The room was spacious and sparkly clean, checked. The floor was not that slippery, checked. The lights and air-conditioning function properly, checked. He sat in the middle of the room, crossing his arms thinking what the order actually meant. They would not trick him, would they not? I can't just sit around like this. I need to do something. His thought snapped as the door opened and entered the 'staffs' he currently working for. With a smile, they exchanged greetings and gathered around Syunpei to sit. This felt like a gathering rather than work atmosphere, the boy could not believe it. He suspected of them being the idol, but that was crossed out of the list in an instant it was listed. They were too cruel towards him, it could not be it. Little did the middle schooler know that he was surrounded by the most famous pop idol group in Japan. "The idol still not here huh? Wanna see us dance instead?" Iku said as he leaned backwards, had his arm acted as a stand. The others came to an agreement with a nod and sound of approval, but Syunpei refused. He told them that he would not want the room to be messy and had the idol used it after. It would ruin their reputation as the staff they had trusted. Hearing this, the idols put on a soft smile on their face. They assured him by sending You to go and ask for the supposedly idol's arrival for the room, of course it was nothing but a play. The red hair man came back with news, or a bluff, that the 'idol' had cancelled their practice hour. "We shouldn't waste a clean room like this." Shun sat up as he said it, stretching in preparation to practice their dance. The others followed his step, except for the unfitting kid who did not know what to do. Am I really doing nothing here? Might as well go home right? He thought, but it popped as he inquired Hajime of his presence here. "Why don't you buy drinks for us? It could certainly be refreshing." As he finished, everyone stated their desired soft drinks for Syunpei to go grocery shopping. They even listed some junk food for them to eat later, which was in a large number. Since they were twelve of them, he should not be surprised. But he did. He cursed to himself for being too honest, he should have stayed quiet. When he finished recorded all their orders, he was ready to leave. Before he stepped out of the door, he took one last glance at the adults he associated. They are weird and cruel, but somehow I don't hate them. Am I going senile?

When Syunpei returned with load of bags in exhaust, he finally realised his true position. "I'm nothing but an errand boy!"

"And you did a good job on it." The middle schooler replied Hajime's words with a stern face. He continued to irritate the boy by saying he would get wrinkles fast if he kept that expression. The boy could only look away and shrugged it off, he could not fight the adults in any matter anyway. They always had their point to go against him. He distributed their orders diligently without any errors, that was what he thought. "You forgot my beer." Arata pointed out as he checked on the bags with a cold face. Syunpei could only apologize about it. He was still underage to buy them himself, so the shopkeeper forbid him. Arata did not say anything to the boy, but the others were the noisiest one. They persuaded the expressionless man to punish the boy for something he could not avoid. They suggested a lot of things, range from an embarrassing one to a painful one. The boy bet to himself that none of it would be comfortable for him. If this isn't cruelty, I don't know what is. Arata just stayed quiet and dismissed himself to the loo. Syunpei wondered about him, was he always like that? He inquired Kakeru, who he trusted and relied on the most. He was the only one who was kind enough to help him around when he was troubled by the others prankster. Even if it was not a direct kindness, he could feel it. "Well, he always by himself. Even though he's like that, he can cooperate with us no problem. But he is not a bad guy. He's nicer than he looks so don't worry about it." Kakeru assured the boy who was wondering about the quiet Arata. As hours passed, they played some games with each other. Of course, Syunpei was not left behind. It made him felt like somewhat special being among them. He played with them merrily, more than he was with his friends. These moments could not even go against the time he spent on his games, these moments were too precious not to cherish. He felt happy, even though he did not approve of their existence. He thought again in his mind, was he really hated this? Did he really not want this? Was he really unlucky? All of these questions were answered with a big no. Nobody would realize it, but the middle schooler was put on a soft, satisfying smile while they were having fun.

Everyone had gotten ready to leave except for one person, Arata. He liked to stay late so he could practice his singing alone. The others had known what he wanted to do, so they left without a word. However, Syunpei did not. He just met them, how could he know about Arata's routine. He stayed inside the room, despite there were only the two of them there. The black hair man knew of the boy's presence, but he continued his usual routine like he used to. He did not even care if the boy found out of his career as an idol. He did not even care if he suddenly wanted to criticize his singing. He did not care if the boy started to distant himself from him. End of that thought, Arata sang like there was no tomorrow. He let it all out with all his might, doing his best to improve his skill. This sent chills down Syunpei's spine, in a good way. He felt more calming and amazed by the man's captivating voice. He could not believe his ears that he was hearing a staff's sang and not an idol. He was totally immersed in his alluring voice that he forgot about the one who would wait for him at home, his sister. Once he remembered about it, he accidentally screamed in panic thinking what would his sister do when he came back this late. His clock's hand had already shown it was 10, the longest he had ever been outside of his comfort zone. He had never been out until this hour even when he had a discussion regarding school project. He frantically tried to leave as soon as he could. Before he even being able to stand up, Arata laid down on his lap as fast as he could. This surprised the middle school boy and his action was stopped all at once as the man landed on his thin lap. He was confused of his action, yet again none of the staffs was that normal. When he looked down at Arata, he could see that the singing siren was closing his eyes. His expression seemed more calming and soothing, making the boy unable to shove him away. He was internally screaming of his fate, bad luck one after another. Since he did not have that much of a choice, he decided to stay as he was. Watching the man's facade as he drifted away to dreamland, probably. Just sitting there made him almost fell asleep. He slapped himself to wake, he would not like the last incident to happen again. It was already awkward as it was. Before he knew it, he started to stroke Arata's hair carefully. He even held his breath every few times in order to be as quiet as possible. He would not want him to wake up while doing so. He somehow felt nostalgic of this phenomenon, as if he had gone through it all before. However, none of his memories were triggered by this. As he stroked the man's hair, his train of thought dropped a crate in his worried, crowded mind. "Adults are weird." He muttered by himself in the silent room. "Yo, Arata. You awake?" Iku had come in to pick the cold Arata up, but what he found was a lot more interesting. Syunpei had exchanged his position with Arata, who was putting his head on the man's lap. He appeared to be asleep as Arata was putting his index finger over his lip, signaling to be quiet. He was not moving even the slightest bit as to not wake the boy up. Iku grinned and wrapped his arm around the still man. "So what happened? Care to share?" Arata only returned a side glance to the curious brunette before continue to stare at Syunpei again. He let out a breath before he told the tale that has unfolded before Iku's arrival.

Arata felt a gentle touch on his head, like a mother trying to put his son to sleep. He knew it was Syunpei's doing, yet he remained silent. Minutes had passed, the irresistible stroking had come to stop and this put wonders in the man's head. He opened his eyes and looked up to the middle schooler. Turned out he fell asleep, too tired after going through all of the work today. Running around carrying food, informing others of their words, settling them down after their swift dance. His sleeping face triggered Arata to change places with him. The urge to do so was too strong that he did not waste any time to carefully placed the boy's head on his lap. He examined his face as he stroked Syunpei's hair, copying what the boy was doing before. This boy reminded him of his little brother at the village. He rarely came home to visit that he might have forgotten how he looked. One thing for sure, his brother would hate him. I must be the worst brother ever." Arata muttered by himself in the dark, silent room. He continued to repeat his action until he was surprised by Syunpei. The brown hair boy was putting a smiling face. An expression that shows he was having the best dream of his life. His facade was serene and calming that Arata was influenced by it, feeling the same as mentioned. Alone by himself, he smiled before kissing the boy on the forehead with care. "I will care for you like no other." He said as he continued to his action from before until Iku's arrival. Back to the present day, Iku was shocked by the story the black hair man had told him. It seemed like a bluff. He was disbelieved that the snow prince Arata could warm up to someone. He would never do that, especially to a stranger. Especially to a person like Syunpei. "Ever since he came, everyone acted weird. I don't want to fall into his curse." Iku stated as he walked with Arata who was carrying the sleeping boy on his back through the hallway. Hearing this, Arata could only chuckle. Iku was ticked off by this, thinking the man was making fun of him. Before Iku could even fight back with words, Arata cut him off. "You don't know this boy yet. He's... Very special." Iku who was confused by his statement just silently looked at Syunpei behind his back. Wondering what he meant, he set a firm goal in his heart. I want to know what he means, and I will know it! They sent Syunpei home until in front of his house. They could hear his raging sister scolding him as he stepped into the front door. As they left, Iku realized that Arata still had a soft smile on his face. An expression he rarely showed around others. This made Iku curious more and more, and it also made his determination level rised. I really need to know!

The Procellarum and Six Gravity idols were practicing as usual when Syunpei, their errand boy proclaimed something Arata did not want to hear out of the blind. "You remind me of my neighbour's dog. No wonder I felt nostalgic. Your hair as smooth as its fur." The others were trying to hold their laughter as hard as they could, snickers could heard throughout the room. "I guess I'm gonna punish you after all." Arata stated with a straight face.

"Huh?! What for?!" Syunpei was shocked.

"For not buying my beer. 100 pushups." Arata said with a serious tone.

"Are you kidding me?! I'll die before I could finish!" Syunpei tried to avoid the unnecessary punishment.

"Then die." Arata ended his argument there before he continued practicing.

"How cruel! You don't have to be so cold." Syunpei ended his sentence with an upset tone and saddened expression. When everyone had gone home, except for Arata, Syunpei went straight to him and apologised. He tried to cover up the wound he accidentally scarred on Arata's heart. He was being brutally honest just now, that could leave a mark in him. He threw out his sorry but what he got was a head pat instead. The boy was surprised to see a smile on the solemn man's face. A smile so gentle that anyone would be sooth to see so. The man only put on a straight face all the time, it was a real once in a million time to see he smile so brightly it was blinding. "It's okay, you remind me of someone too so it's a win-win situation." He said as he gently patted over the middle schooler's head. This boy reminded him too much of his hometown, of his brother. I'll give them a proper visit next time. The boy suddenly had a thought crossed over his head, "I forgot to take pictures." "Die."