Karaoke:
Pairing/Main Focus: TsukushiTsukasa
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Domyoji Tsukasa couldn't sing; that much was obvious. Makino Tsukushi stifled a giggle as she gazed at the struggling figure before her. The F3 had somehow convinced Tsukasa that a night of karaoke was a good thing; never mind the fact that Tsukasa usually hated karaoke bars.
He made a comical scene, standing on top that gaudily decorated stage. He, in his neatly pressed designer jeans and fur-trimmed jacket. He, his curly hair as wild and untamed as ever. He, his face red in the effort needed to belt out the strange English words. Tsukasa was dead serious, as utterly determined to plow his way through the current American hit as he was to one day take over the entire Japanese business world.
He had the lyrics down, at least. Too bad he was totally butchering the melody.
Nonetheless, Tsukushi couldn't help but smile when Tsukasa caught her eye and nodded solemnly. Her heart fluttered deliciously. Though the sound was terrible, she loved his singing because she knew that every word was dedicated to her.