Kohaku awoke in what seemed to be the familiarity of her own room, a throbbing sensation in her head as she stirred. Her cat, affectionately nuzzling her feet, was the first to greet her in the hazy morning light.
The previous night, she had intentionally turned to alcohol, seeking its solace to muster the bravery needed to bridge the emotional gap between herself and Senku. It wasn't that she needed the liquid courage to feel desire; rather she supposed she just wanted to temporarily forget about all the problems in her mind before fully committing to it.
That's why she was greatly disappointed when she didn't feel any different. In fact, she felt well-rested. She didn't have a hangover or any bodily discomfort.
Her recollection of the previous night was frustratingly fragmented, with only the memory of their passionate kiss lingering in her mind. Beyond that, a blank void. A little disoriented she realized she was already in her pajamas, her attire from the previous day neatly placed on the bedside table. No wonder she had enjoyed a peaceful slumber.
Momentarily stunned, she wondered who had changed her, as she certainly didn't remember changing herself. She tried to think back to what had happened last night.
Suddenly, she heard her door open. Turning to look, she eventually saw Senku entering with a tray of breakfast for two. He was now wearing the black jacket he had lent her yesterday, and his slacks were still intact. His hair looked slightly damp, as if he had just taken a shower. She couldn't help but find him attractive with his hair down, framing his face like a bob cut but longer.
"Late lunch?" he quipped with a knowing smirk.
Arching an inquisitive eyebrow, she continued to watch him. "Did something happen between us?"
Raising an eyebrow in return, he settled the tray on her petite round table. He then chuckled, "You vomited on my suit jacket and dozed off. I had to use your washer to get rid of the stench." He paused, smirking mischievously, "Don't think you got away unscathed, you didn't exactly smell like a rose either, so I took it upon myself to change your clothes. I only had three hours of sleep, thanks to you," Senku's sarcasm reach her ears, "I hope you don't mind me cooking, I'm quite parched."
Her eyes widened at his candid disclosure, and she watched him as he began to eat, deftly slicing through a strip of bacon.
"It's not something I've seen the first time," he said, her eyes widening as she covered herself. Senku chuckled a bit and added, "Don't worry, I didn't do anything... I'm not that kind of person, you know... nothing happened between us... yet."
She nodded in mild surprise, "I suppose I must have simply dozed off. I wasn't particularly tired last night, just utterly drained," she elaborated. It had indeed been a long and eventful day, and fatigue had caught up with her.
With a nonchalant shrug, she rose from her seat and made her way to the phone resting atop the cabinet. Ten missed calls from her mother and five from Minami greeted her.
"I need to go now," she said,
"How about your late lunch?" he asked as she made her way to the bathroom.
"It's okay, I can have it along the way—"
"Kohaku dear, why is your back door open? Aren't you worried someone mig—"
A jolt of shock surged through her. Lilian, her adopted mother, had just entered the room, her eyes widening as she glanced at the figure sitting beside her.
"I... I didn't expect him to be here," Lilian stammered, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She took a step closer, her gaze flickering between Senku and her. "Kohaku, so the rumors were true..."
Her mind raced, trying to find the right words to explain the situation. "I… uh… this is not what it looks like… Uhm so… let me introduce him properly to you then, so, mother, this is Senku," she replied, her voice tinged with nervousness. "We've... grown close recently."
Senku nodded, a calm and composed expression on his face. "Nice to meet you," his voice steady as he stands up and offer his hand for a handshake to which Lilian reciprocated in return.
Lilian's initial shock and confusion gave way to recognition. Senku was a name she had heard mentioned numerous times, particularly in discussions about scientific breakthroughs and technological advancements from her fiancé. It was as if Senku was a legend in his father's eyes. She had never met him personally, but his reputation preceded him.
Lilian took a moment to absorb this information, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "I had no idea you two knew each other," she admitted, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her tone. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Senku. I've heard so much about you."
"I'm sorry for not mentioning Senku earlier," Kohaku admitted, her voice filled with sincerity. "I wasn't sure how to approach the topic, it all happened so suddenly. But I'm grateful that you know now."
Lilian's expression softened, a warm smile gracing her lips. "No need to apologize, Kohaku," she reassured her. "I'm just glad you've found someone like him. And Senku, it's an honor to meet you."
Senku nodded in appreciation, a sense of gratitude evident in his gaze. "Likewise, Miss Lilian."
"By the way, Kohaku, I need to go now. I'll be seeing someone; I just dropped by to give you this."
"What's this?"
She chuckled a bit, "You sent that to me in the states when you were still in junior high, that's your first record of the song you composed. I suggest you put it in an album of yours that fits it. I assure you, with my decade of experience in the music industry, it'll be a hit." She winked at her and bid goodbye after that.
"Don't you have work, Senku?"
"I have… but I suppose with the throng of reporters parading in front of your house since this morning, I can't go outside alone, do I?"
Kohaku wasn't the least bit surprise, instead she places a palm on her head, "Oh, yeah," she sighs, "I was highly aware it's not normal, but can you wait for me to get ready?"
"Go ahead,"
After prepping herself to go outside, as she entered the living room, a heartwarming sight greeted her eyes. There was Senku, seated comfortably on the couch, playing with her ginger cat. The feline, with its fluffy fur and contented purrs, nestled itself against Senku's as if they were the best of friends.
"What's his name?"
"Fuwa," she said, her voice filled with warmth as she approached them. "He's the cat I was telling you about, and he seems to have taken quite a liking to you."
Senku's eyes lit up with amusement and surprise as he gently stroked Fuwa's fur. "Fuwa, huh?" he repeated, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "A fitting name for such an adorable cat. It suits him well."
Fuwa purred contentedly under Senku's touch. A fondness evident in her gaze as she watched the interaction between Senku and Fuwa. "I'm glad he's taken a liking to you as well."
Grabbing her purse, she stood in front of the mirror while putting her lipstick on as a final touch. Examining her reflection, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction with her chosen outfit. She had opted for a summer casual chic look, combining elements of comfort and style. The ensemble consisted of a flowing floral dress that embraced the vibrant colors of the season, paired with a light denim jacket draped effortlessly over her shoulders. She had accessorized with a delicate gold necklace, adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble.
Just as she was admiring her appearance, she saw Senku observing her,
"Enjoying the view, Senku?" Kohaku grinned mischievously, her voice light with a teasing tone. "So, about this idea of moving in together as a compromise for me getting my pretend boyfriend…"
Senku's lips curled into a sly smile, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ah, yes, our cozy little arrangement."
Smiling back at him, Kohaku's gaze fixed on Senku. "Well, I must say, it does seem like the perfect solution for two very busy people who can't keep their hands off each other."
With a soft chuckle, Senku extended his hand, lightly tracing a finger along Kohaku's cheek. "Indeed, it helps us preserve the illusion, among other things. And I suppose it does have its perks."
Kohaku leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Senku's ear as she whispered, "Just as long as we keep honoring that condition, I'm fine with it."
"Soon, my lioness… Soon…"
Upon bidding farewell to Senku and exiting the car, a feeling of serenity enveloped her. Little did she know that the calm would be short-lived, until a swarm of journalists and media reporters eagerly awaited her arrival. Their cameras flashed, their voices clamored, and they bombarded her with questions.
"Is that Senku Ishigami who dropped you off?"
"When did you start dating Senku?"
"What can you tell us about your relationship?"
Some of the journalists offered her a paper to sign an autograph, but the questions came at her from all directions, their persistence overwhelming. With a polite smile, she raised her hand to signal that she would not be entertaining any interviews.
"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to answer any questions today," she replied, her voice firm yet gentle. "I appreciate your interest, but I would like to keep my personal life private."
Despite her polite refusal, the reporters continued to press, their determination evident. It was at that moment that Gen came to her rescue. He swiftly positioned himself between her and the reporters, shielding her from their relentless pursuit.
"Sorry, folks, but no interviews today," Gen announced, his voice projecting a sense of authority. "Kohaku has important commitments."
They made their way through the throng of reporters, Gen skillfully maneuvering through the crowd, ensuring her safety and privacy. As they finally reached the entrance of the building, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was now within the confines of the building.
"Thank you, Gen," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I would do without you."
He smiled warmly, "Don't worry you've always got my back, Kohaku," he replied, " Now, let's focus on what matters most—the executives are now waiting for you in the conference room."
In the hours that followed, they had a meeting with the executives about which songs to put in her next album, while her friends dedicated their time to sorting out Kohaku's jam-packed schedule, and they accompanied her to magazine photoshoots.
The day was so bustling with activity that it almost made the previous night's events feel like a distant memory. Kohaku was grateful her friends didn't broach the topic of her publicly introducing Senku as her boyfriend.
Once they were all done for the day, Kohaku let her friends go home and rest. She wasn't surprised that Minami didn't call again; she was probably busy dealing with the controversies and issues that may have arisen online after Kohaku's sudden revelation of her relationship status yesterday.
She was driving home late at night when it finally sank in. Senku had stayed over at her house. He had taken care of her when she accidentally dozed off on him. Lilian met Senku. She didn't think much about it before, but now that even Lilian mentioned it, everything made sense. Senku Ishigami was also that famous, huh?
As soon as she arrived home, she thought about reopening her social media accounts after four years of personal inactivity. Though Minami handles most of the marketing online to which it involved business-related announcements like tours or songs. She still personally handles her account to which she busied herself by stalking Senku online for the next few hours.
Kohaku searched Senku's social accounts and discovered that he wasn't very active, except for posts about his discoveries in outer space, and some other science related matters. She also came across Shishio Tsukasa, who she's seen in pictures with Taiju at his wedding. She had attended the same martial arts club as him when she was in college. Nanami Ryusui often tagged him in pictures of their sailing adventures with Chrome.
It turned out that Senku had a wide circle of friends, including Luna, whom Kohaku had attended the same school with. Luna was a socialite and a model, she appears to have also belonged to the upper class circles which explained why Senku also belongs to the same class.
Speaking of wealthy people, looking at what her mother and stepfather's wealth could achieve left her with mixed feelings. Kohaku harbored a deep mistrust of wealthy individuals, thanks to the memories of her mother using money to manipulate her. The mere thought of affluence left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Kohaku felt trapped, knowing that even if she wanted to transfer her father to another institution, her mother had the means to track him down. Her mother's wealth and influence seemed to cast a long shadow, leaving her with a sense of powerlessness.
The belief that even the most reputable and honorable individuals could be influenced by money weighed on her mind. She couldn't help but think that her mother had the resources to pay any price, no matter how exorbitant, in order to maintain control or pursue her own agenda.
Kohaku couldn't help but wonder if she, too, had a price, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. Her mother's actions were becoming increasingly concerning. It seemed like her mother understood that she could be compelled if she gained control over her father's situation. The fear that her mother might target her sister next, weighed heavily on her.
Gritting her teeth, she grappled with the unsettling question: Would she truly be coerced into doing something against her will?
Kohaku seeks solace in her piano, fingers dancing gracefully across the ivory keys. The room was filled with the enchanting melody of her composition, a delicate interplay of soft, haunting chords that seemed to echo the depths of her soul. Her voice, a velvety falsetto, wove through the music, carrying a sense of longing and vulnerability that sent shivers down the spine. Music had always been her solace, a sanctuary amidst the emotional storms that raged within her.
The lyrics spoke of love lost and the ache of a wounded heart. Kohaku's delicate vibrato added an exquisite touch, conveying the depth of her pain and the vulnerability of her spirit. The music seemed to weep and then rise, mirroring what she felt. As per quoting what her friends said before – Music had always been her first love.
With each note, Kohaku poured her heart and soul into the composition, her music becoming a conduit for her innermost feelings. It was a haunting, beautiful, and emotional experience, and as the final notes faded, the room was left in a contemplative silence, touched by the poignant masterpiece that had just been born.
She was listening to the recording of her composition on her phone when a notification popped up, and she noticed messages from Minami on their group chat.
Her friend had sent her four articles along with pictures in which she was featured. The images portrayed her photoshoots, part of a promotion for her upcoming album. There were also online articles that captured her emerging from Senku's car, with reporters snapping her picture as she walked away.
Minami: "My gosh! You look more like a fashion icon than those Victoria's Secret models! But I didn't send it now just to tell you that. Check my drafts before posting them on your socials on the announcement day. I also sent it because I think I know who you've been with!"
Kohaku didn't respond or provide further details. The topic of her father was one she wanted to avoid. She was weary of dwelling on it.
Amaryllis: "Oh my! And how was it? Omg, Kohaku! No boyfriend since birth! And now, you have Senku Ishigami as your boyfriend! I'm so jealous!"
A smile tugged at her lips as she imagined her friend's enthusiasm.
Kohaku began typing, "Nothing has really happened yet," with the intention of sending the message. However, just before hitting send, she had a change of heart. She realized that sharing intimate details like these, even with her best friend Gen, might not be the best idea. So, she deleted the message, opting to keep things more private for now.
Senku had done her a significant favor by letting her pose as his girlfriend, a way to escape from Mozu's troubling advances. She couldn't help but think that on that particular night she met him, he might have someone he genuinely likes but instead he trapped him in a pretend relationship with hers. As a result, she felt it was her responsibility not to divulge any more information about their fabricated relationship.
In her eyes, their connection wasn't real; it was more of an arrangement. She was willing to be intimate with him as a form of payback for all the assistance he had provided.
Remembering now that she's free, she mentally mapped out a call for her mom. She knew she needed to relax first before calling.
But as it turns out, she didn't need to call her anymore. Her mother had a habit of showing up whenever it suited her or when she desperately needed something. So, when her cat hissed in response to the doorbell ringing, and she opened the door, she wasn't the least bit surprised.
Her mother breezed into her penthouse without waiting for an invitation. With a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair and scooped up her cat, carrying it into her room. She made sure to close the door behind her, ensuring that her cat wouldn't slip out during the unexpected visit. Her mother had a serious allergy with cats.
"I heard it in the news," she finally said, making a reference to her announcing Senku as her boyfriend.
Dressed in a striking black vintage dress, her mom's blonde hair elegantly styled in a chignon. Striding through the hallway of her penthouse, she paused by the wall adorned with vinyl records of her albums, trophies, and awards – a testament to her success both nationally and internationally. Her eyes roamed over the cabinets filled with accolades, and she even picked up some of the dolls gifted by her fans that resembled her.
It was as if she had little regard for the sensitivity of the subject she was broaching.
Observing her mother from behind, she crossed her arms, a growing sense of frustration welling up inside her.
"Mom, I just got back from the hospital last night," she began, her voice tinged with exasperation. "You mentioned Mozu to Dad—"
"Of course, my dear," her mother interjected, turning to face her with a fake smile. "It's a matter that should be discussed because he needs to be informed, and I have to request his permission. After all, he's your father."
Kohaku gritted her teeth, the anger building up within her, but a wave of guilt quickly washed over her. Her mother was calm for the moment, and she realized she shouldn't have lashed out at her recklessly. After all, she was still her mother.
"Kohaku, Mozu is a good man. It's only natural that your father favors him," her mother began, attempting to justify her actions.
"He's not in his right mind, Mom!" Kohaku couldn't hold back her outburst. "He needs to stay away from all of this! You need to stop telling him things! It's not helping him recover!" The concern for her father's well-being overrode any attempt at maintaining composure.
She gazed at her mother, a tumultuous mix of hopelessness and anger swirling within her. Why was it so difficult for her mother to grasp the significance of her words? And why did it suddenly feel like a big mistake to express her desire for her father to be left undisturbed?
"Mom, you've been consistently feeding him lies! You're not successful in manipulating me, so you chose to manipulate him instead!" Kohaku's frustration boiled over as she accused her mother.
"What?" Her mother appeared genuinely taken aback, as if she had committed no wrongdoing.
"Mom, please—"
"What did he say? Kohaku, all I told him was that you have a suitor who wants to marry you. Isn't it only right for your father to know about it?" her mother interrupted, seemingly oblivious to the impact of her actions.
Kohaku couldn't contain her frustration any longer. She snorted and shook her head. "You told him that you would be with him if I marry Mozu! You shouldn't have done that, Mom! Dad is sick! He doesn't need—"
"What?!" her mother shouted in disbelief. "I didn't do that! What do you think of me, Kohaku?! Do I look heartless to you now?! I have a husband now! So why would I say that to your father?!"
Kohaku was taken aback by her mother's reaction, her words making her pause. She knew her father would never invent stories like that. However, doubts crept in, making her wonder whether she truly understood how his mind worked anymore.
"You really think I can do that to your father?! We all know he's sick! Do you really think I would add to that?!" her mother exclaimed; her voice tinged with anger.
Kohaku's prepared accusations suddenly lost their weight. She blinked in surprise, her mother's vehement response catching her off guard.
"You are becoming so full of yourself!" her mother continued angrily. "Just because you are successful now, you think you can shit on me?! Your own mother?!" The accusations flew back in her direction, leaving her in a state of disbelief and confusion.
Kohaku licked her trembling lips, attempting to regain her composure. She let out a deep sigh before continuing the conversation.
"Mom, if you didn't tell my father about it, then at least stop visiting him just to tell him about Mozu. You didn't visit him before, even when my sister and I were still in the hospital. So why now—"
"So, I'm not allowed to visit him anymore?" her mother interrupted.
The tension in the room was palpable, and Kohaku struggled to express her concerns without further exacerbating the situation.
"W-Well, I just think it's not healthy for him, Mom—"
"You're so arrogant!" her mother accused, closing the distance between them. "It's probably because you know you're already a big deal and successful in your career right now. Not to mention... you have him as your boyfriend."
Kohaku remained silent. She couldn't bring herself to meet her mother's eyes, feeling the weight of the difficulty in explaining her intentions. The guilt began to creep in, making her reevaluate the accusations that she had been flunging around without substantial evidence.
Kohaku began to recognize that she had accused her mother without any concrete evidence. At this point, her father's words seemed unreliable, and she felt torn between conflicting narratives. How could she blame her own mother when there was so much uncertainty surrounding the situation?
Her mother's tone shifted, "Your boyfriend is that enigmatic scientist, right? You must be on cloud nine right now, after landing such a big catch and finally going public with the mysterious Senku Ishigami."
"Did he introduce you to his family?"
Kohaku's throat tightened, and she held her silence, contemplating her response. Her mother's gaze remained fixed on her, expecting an answer, and eventually, she felt compelled to speak.
"Not yet" she managed to say, her voice carrying a hint of weariness.
Her mother chuckled. "Obviously. Like father, like son. It's in their blood to be that way. But since you've gone public, his father must've known by now. His friends must've known too. And I'm sure they did a background check on you. You're on top of the world now, you know. It's no surprise if people wonders if you've done some sketchy things to get there. How long have you known each other?"
Kohaku's teeth clenched as she sensed the direction the conversation was taking.
"Do you know his father is an astronaut and a big tycoon?" her mother continued, her tone laced with a hint of skepticism. "And the woman you also call your mother, a socialite, and my distant cousin, is his fiancée now? He's also an adopted son like you. Do you think his father would settle for just... any girl for his only son? Especially someone like you? I've heard rumors about you, you know, something like you capitalizing on your songs, daughter. They are saying maybe you've done some sketchy things to get to the top and are capitalizing on the boys linked to you before? Who knows..."
Kohaku desperately wanted to respond, but words eluded her. Her mother continued, pouring out a barrage of accusations and doubts.
"And besides, I heard women always come flocking to him. There's a possibility he's also a playboy, much like his friend Nanami Ryusui. Are you sure he's your boyfriend, or are you just his flavor of the week?" Her mother shook her head in disappointment. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh how hopeless can you be my child?... I'll give you two months. He'll get tired of you too. He'll only use you for your body. You're still a virgin, that's why he wants you. He's just playing you."
"What's the difference with Mozu, Mom?" Kohaku's frustration and confusion finally spilled over.
"At least I've known Mozu personally. Mozu doesn't mind. He just wants you. He's devastated after his proposal, Kohaku," her mother cupped her cheeks and locked eyes with her. "It was a slap to him, my dear, so he told me he's retreating and licking his wounds for now. Do you know why? Because he knows you and that man won't last. There's a possibility he might be a playboy, much like his friend Nanami Ryusui. You're the only one being foolish here, Kohaku, if you think that man will take you seriously."
Her mother's words left Kohaku torn between her feelings for Senku and the doubts that were now echoing in her mind. The weight of her mother's assertions was undeniably heavy.
Kohaku fixed her mother with a piercing look, feeling a surge of frustration and hurt. Her mother appeared resolute in her beliefs, and the implications of her words cut deep.
"So, you think... I don't deserve to be liked by him... or his family. That I am so low to deserve people like him, Mom. Is that it?" Kohaku challenged; her eyes locked with her mother's. Her mother's grip on her face tightened, her expression filled with anger.
"Oh, please, Kohaku! Don't throw a pity party on me now. I am just being real! I've known his father back then, and I've seen what he's capable of!" her mother retorted, standing firm in her perspective.
Gritting her teeth, Kohaku still found herself struggling to respond as her mother looks at her.
Her mother's gentle touch caressed her cheek, her tone softening. "Don't be angry at me, my dear. Your mother knows best, and I want you with Mozu because I know he won't do that to you. You are precious to me, and I know you deserve the world..."
But her tone shifted, and her words took a different direction. "Who knows when your sister will wake up? I understand you've been alone for a long time, maybe you missed her, that's why you kept on looking for other people for comfort. You deserve someone like Mozu and a family who will accept you. That's Mozu."
Kohaku found herself momentarily lost in thought, contemplating Mozu and her mother's words. Why is she struggling to like him, or desire his affection? Why was it so hard for her to accept his advances? And why is her gut feeling telling her not to trust her mom's advice? The possibility of her mother's assertions being accurate weighed on her, making her wonder whether she truly couldn't be accepted by anyone else, and that Mozu might be her only chance.
She hastily halted her train of thought. Kohaku recognized that her mother's words were slowly affecting her, despite her attempts to resist. The internal struggle was taking a toll, and she fought against it so intensely that she suddenly blurted out,
"At least if I get hurt, it's my choice, Mom. Not yours, or anyone else's..."
Her mother's calm demeanor had swiftly transformed into one of disappointment. She shook her head as if she had lost hope in her daughter. "You really don't listen to your mother anymore, do you, Kohaku? Oh well, I know you're just trying to act tough, you'll come back to me crying. You will realize it. And you will regret it," she said, her words carrying a weight that felt like a curse.
With that statement, her mother left. Kohaku was left feeling utterly drained as she watched her mother's car drove away. She had been feeling tired throughout the day, but when her mother walked away, it was as if the last remnants of her energy had dissipated into thin air. The encounter had taken a heavy toll on her.
Kohaku climbed into bed, hoping to find solace in the embrace of sleep. Yet, as was often the case, sleep eluded her. She attempted to compose multiple songs, experimenting with melodies on the piano and guitar, but her restlessness persisted.
Lying in bed, a chill hung in the air, and an odd emptiness gnawed at her. It felt as though something was missing, something necessary to fully embrace sleep, though she couldn't quite identify what it was or if she was even sure about it.
Days seamlessly melted into nights as she tirelessly toiled on perfecting her forthcoming album.
The buzz surrounding the album's release spread like wildfire across social media platforms. Excitement mounted as the day to announce the release date drew near. Eager fans gathered online, their anticipation practically tangible. And then, following her team's well-laid plans, the release date was unveiled. It came alongside a stunning visual reveal and a heartfelt message from Kohaku, expressing her deep gratitude for their unwavering support throughout the years.
The response was nothing short of overwhelming. Social media erupted with excitement, as fans expressed their elation and eagerly marked their calendars for the much-anticipated release.
At the end of that week, she needed to attend a gala. It was a charity ball, she was invited to perform there.
Stepping out of the car, Kohaku was met with a barrage of blinding camera flashes. Reporters clamored for the best positions, their voices forming a chaotic symphony of questions and exclamations. The red carpet lay ahead, an inviting pathway guiding her towards the entrance of the charity event.
With every step, a blend of exhilaration and nerves coursed through her. The atmosphere brimmed with palpable anticipation as the reporters' eyes remained laser-focused on her every move. Microphones surged in her direction, and a cascade of inquiries showered down upon her.
"Kohaku, what surprises have you prepared for your performance tonight?"
"Could you share your connection to the charity hosting this event?"
"And, of course, who's the genius behind that stunning outfit you're wearing?"
Deep down, she recognized the complexities of the life she had chosen, a life where her own persona was inexorably entwined with her marketing. People were undeniably curious about her and what her next album would offer, and that curiosity was a driving force behind her success. However, her unwavering belief was that her audience had stayed and continued to support her because of her music, the very essence of her being that she cherished above all, no matter how hard her chosen path is.
As she pressed on down the red carpet, the barrage of questions continued, an unyielding pursuit of that one nugget of information that could become a headline or a snippet of insight into her personal life.
"I'm thrilled to be here tonight and lend my support to this incredible cause, I'm wearing a gown from my friend Yuzuriha's clothing line."
Kohaku wore a slight smile as she placed her hands on her sides, showcasing her attire. She donned a striking black gown with a deep V-neckline and a long slit on her left leg.
"Miss Kohaku, we're excited about your next album!"
She beamed, delighted by the evident excitement in the air.
"But what we're more curious about right now is your love life! For years, we haven't seen or heard about you being in a personal relationship with a man. We saw photos circulating of you leaving your penthouse with your boyfriend recently. We expected him to be your date tonight, Miss Kohaku."
"I appreciate your curiosity," she responded, her tone poised and gracious. "However, I prefer to keep my personal life private. I'm here tonight to focus on the charity and the music, and I hope we can all celebrate the wonderful cause at hand."
She smiled politely, not expecting those questions and not wanting to reveal her true feelings. Despite the situation, she kept her composure and didn't let on what was really going on.
"Yes, Miss Kohaku. He's a world-renowned scientist, right? Mr. Senku Ishigami! Everyone has been raving and researching about him!"
Shit! As much as she experienced these things firsthand, even she knew that couldn't be good, especially for someone like him.
"Can you share how you two met? And how did you fall in love with each other?"
She flirted with the camera and replied, "Those are very personal questions, and I'd like to disclose them another time. Right now, I'm here to sing and promote the cause we're supporting. Also, I think I'm needed inside, so if you'll excuse me?"
The reporters laughed, and she smiled sweetly at them. Amidst the chaos, she maintained a composed demeanor, aware of the scrutiny that came with her public image.
"Miss Kohaku! We're just curious if there are songs on your album dedicated to Mr. Ishigami. Also, I want your autograp—"
Kohaku noticed a guard pushing a fan away, so to show some mercy on what happened, she walked over and quickly signed her autograph. One look at the guard, and he apologized to her, to which she offered a nod. Before another crowd gathered around her, Minami and Gen helped calm the persistent reporters who kept asking about her love life.
"Shit! This is why I asked him to go…" She heard Gen mumbled to himself as they dragged her away.
With a deep breath, she stepped into the venue, ready to embrace the evening's festivities and perform for those in attendance. The anticipation lingered in the air, and she knew the event held the promise of a memorable night, as people eagerly anticipated her performance.
Even as she was leaving, they still tried to ask her questions. She didn't look back and proceeded to enter the party to mingle. But even there, she was bombarded with questions about Senku Ishigami, from fellow singers to artists and managers. They were all curious about him, and the night went on with constant inquiries.
"Have you met his father? He's a retired astronaut and a philanthropist, Mr. Byakuya Ishigami, Miss Kohaku! He'll surely like you!"
She paused, recalling her mother's advice. With a smile, she made a conscious effort to steer the conversation away from the topic, redirecting it towards discussions about her songs and future plans.
As she attended event after event for the launch of her album, the feedback online and the anticipation from people were positive. It kept her going, and she felt grateful for the support.
"This might actually work, dear Kohaku," Gen said, his eyes scanning the fans' reactions online.
The release date was approaching, and there was a buzz surrounding the limited-edition autographed albums they posted online, which were already declared sold out. They anticipated that restocking them would generate even more intrigue and increase sales.
Kohaku sat at the head of the table, the room was bathed in soft, warm lighting that set the perfect ambiance for the serious business at hand. The walls were adorned with framed accolades and memorabilia from her career.
Kohaku's management team, consisting of dedicated professionals and advisors, filled the remaining seats around the table. Asagiri Gen, both a shareholder and Kohaku's general counsel who manages radio outreach and develops marketing research initiatives for the company sat at her right side reading to her some fan's reactions online.
As the meeting commenced, Kohaku exuded an air of confidence and determination. She outlined her vision for her next new album, sharing her creative inspirations and the themes that would define her upcoming songs. Her team listened intently, taking notes and offering insights on marketing strategies, tour planning, and collaboration opportunities.
They set a date to discuss further details, but for now, they were busy with the album launch preparations. The day arrived quickly, and the launch was a grand evening party sponsored by Japan's Imperial Princess, who was a big fan of her music. The venue was held in a concert hall, filled with fans and media reporters alike, and it was a hit.
Wearing a glittered black suit, tailored to fit her feminine figure, and with the simplicity of her makeup—a subtle touch to enhance her natural features. Her hair was neatly tied in a high ponytail, allowing the length to cascade gracefully down her back.
She walked into the venue and greeted the reporters who gathered around her as soon as she arrived.
After a lengthy interview about her latest single, Minami nudged her, as if urging her to look at the entrance.
Kohaku turned to look at Minami, who had been observing the situation. She saw her mother enter with Mozu and Kirisame. She took a deep breath. She had only invited her mother and Kirisame out of courtesy, not expecting Mozu to be here. And truth be told, she didn't want him here either.
"Excuse me," she politely said to the crowd of reporters that surrounded her.
She watched as the media flocked to her mother, unaware that she was her mother. As a socialite, her presence intrigued them. She waited for them to finish talking to her. The conversation between Mozu, Kirisame, and the other media seemed to drag on, so she approached her mother first.
"Nice launch, Kohaku. Congratulations," her mother said with a smile.
She smiled back, but before she could bring up the others, her mother continued, "Where's your boyfriend, Kohaku? Don't tell me that with the anticipation your album has been receiving online, he couldn't be bothered to show his support by attending your launch with your fans. I heard the emperor and the imperial princess' father was fond of his ingenuity, so where is he, my dear?"
Kohaku was taken aback. She hadn't expected her mother to bring that up, and judging from her mother's smirk, it seemed she had hit a nerve.
"He's a private person, Mom, and he's busy," she stammered, attempting to explain.
Her laughter cut through her explanation, and anxiety welled up within her.
"Really, Kohaku? I understand that he's private, but busy? Anyone who knows how popular you are in the mainstream media now would also know how important this day is for you," her mother said, still smirking.
Her mother looked her up and down as a waiter passed by, serving champagne. She took a glass and sipped it while smirking at her. She even greeted a couple of socialites nearby. When they were out of earshot, she continued.
"Did you think I didn't see the parties you attended? Galas? Events where you needed a date? You went alone."
It was true; the media often asked her about her date at those events. Kohaku had assumed it was out of intrigue. It never occurred to her that it would be a big deal if Senku wasn't with her. She had become accustomed to attending events alone, except for her friends who assisted her behind the scenes.
"And where was he at those events? I saw him dining in one of Nanami's prestigious hotels in Tokyo with his friends. He doesn't seem too occupied to say no if you invite him to events like these," she continued.
Kohaku chuckled, trying to brush off her mother's doubts. "There's no need to always bring him to these kinds of events, Mom. He has his own life, too—"
"Even here, Kohaku? This is an important event for you. This isn't just a random event for a cause or organization. This is a part of your career," her mother interrupted.
She fell silent, and her mother smirked.
"Don't you find it odd that your so-called 'boyfriend' wasn't invited to your own album launch?"
Truth is, Kohaku hadn't thought about it. Besides the fact that Senku wasn't truly her boyfriend, she had been so busy recording new songs for her next album and dealing with collaborations and other projects that she didn't even consider Senku's presence. Especially when the media constantly pestered her about him. Although she found it ridiculous, she was caught off guard. It made sense, at least for onlookers like her mother and the media.
"Look, Kohaku. I know men like Senku. Overachievers in their chosen professions, wealthy, influential, and handsome... from good families," she continued, smirking again. "I know how they handle their relationships with women. They try to keep them low-key, especially those who don't fit their ideal type. Those relationships, not meant for marriage, should remain hidden. They only go public when they finally find their equal. Equally beautiful, equally rich and influential, but... from a good name and... a good family."
That means… She's none of those for her…
"He's just using you, my dear," her mother claimed, her voice dripping with false concern. "A man like him, so ambitious and focused on his work, would never be able to truly care for a woman, especially…. At least not for a…. trying hard socialite…"
She had heard that insult several times before. Indirectly, but she definitely knew what it meant.
And it still hurt to hear it over and over again. It was like she didn't understand, so they kept repeating it, reminding her that she was indeed considered inferior. No matter how much wealth she had or how hard she worked to make a name for herself, she still felt different from them.
Kohaku knew her roots came from a relatively unknown family name on her father's side. She had worked diligently to reach her current status, putting in her best efforts to get to where she was. She tried hard and being labeled as a "trying hard socialite" stung.
She had always been called 'trying hard,' as if it were an insult, suggesting that she should be embarrassed for putting in extra effort in all aspects of her life.
"So, which is it? Are you perhaps his delusional fling or did he lie about being a gentleman all along to align with your supposed lies?" The hurtful words cut through, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Kohaku had been under immense pressure for weeks, finalizing the audio recordings and recording her songs. Until the last minute, she was incredibly stressed. But despite all that, she loved every bit of it. Creating music was her passion. Finally, the day had arrived to celebrate the launch of her third album. And yet, here she was, getting so mad and angry at her own mother?
"Let's talk about it some other time, Mom. I'll be busy preparing for my performance later," she said, trying to deflect the conversation. She needed to focus on the event and her fans, not engage in a heated argument with her mother.
She laughed, "Kohaku, you can't answer that easily," she said playfully. "It would have been so easy to answer if you knew where you stand in your—"
"This isn't the right time to discuss Senku, Mom. Can't you see? I am launching my album here."
"My presence here indicates I support you, my daughter. I am just wondering where your boyfriend is? Because he should be here supporting you, too!"
Her mother said those statements a bit loudly, catching the attention of some media. She bit her lip.
Kohaku didn't know where Senku was right now. Calling him just to make him come here right away because she felt threatened wasn't her style. She believed in handling her problems on her own. Yes, she had needed him at Yuzuriha's wedding, but she knew she had been desperate back then.
And it's not like Senku was always free that she could make him come here without prior notice. Who knows, he might be in the middle of a breakthrough in his laboratory right now? The thought of interrupting him was something she chose not to imagine, as she wasn't sure how he would react if she did.
"Good evening, Mrs. Iwakura. It seems like you're enjoying your conversation with Ms. Weinberg about her boyfriend, huh?" One by one, the media approached them. Even those who were interviewing Mozu and Kirisame ended their interviews because their topic was what they all wanted.
"Of course, I am a family relative to her mother, the renowned singer, Ms. Lilian. I am just wondering where Mr. Ishigami is," her mother said, feigning ignorance as if she hadn't spoken hurtful words to her before. "I expected to see him here." The media was now captivated by this new angle.
Her mother smiled innocently as her gaze roamed around the venue. The reporters turned to her for answers. She smiled at them and was about to respond when Mozu and Kirisame approached them.
"Mom, is there a problem?" Kirisame asked.
Mozu smirked, "I would never miss Kohaku's important events. She may have rejected me before, but I am still her friend."
Their eager gazes and whispered speculations indicated that they were hoping to capture a romantic narrative between Mozu and her. A feeling of frustration washed over her as she despised the way they romanticized and exaggerated every interaction.
"Well, personally, I got curious about their relationship. You know what they say about birds of the same feather flocking together? If Senku is friends with Tsukasa and especially Ryusui, then one can only wonder about his true intentions. After all, Ryusui has quite the reputation as a renowned playboy. To hear Senku suddenly have a girlfriend, knowing how aloof with women he is, was outrageous!" she heard a showbiz personality said who had asked her on a date before but got rejected joined their group.
She froze in her tracks, feeling a surge of frustration wash over her. This was supposed to be her show for celebrating her album launch!
"Excuse me, everyone!" Minami butted in, "Kohaku, we need you now for your performance."
Minami didn't elaborate further. She immediately pulled her away from the crowd. She breathed a sigh of relief as they distanced themselves from the suffocating atmosphere of people surrounding her there.
"Performance? Isn't that 15 minutes from now?" She glanced at her watch and quietly asked Minami as they made their way to the stage.
Minami winked at her. "I made that up just to get you away from that group." She smiled at her. She was just glad she had people whom she could rely on.
As she stood backstage, tuning her guitar, a mix of excitement and nerves coursed through her. She was about to perform an acoustic rendition of one of her songs, and she wanted to make it truly special. She took a deep breath and composed herself, momentarily forgetting her problems as she prepared to give her best performance.
Stepping forward to the microphone, she took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. The spotlight illuminated her figure, and she took that as her cue to start addressing the audience.
"Hi everyone. Thanks for coming, I am Kohaku." With a smile on her face, she spoke those words, and the concert hall erupted in cheers.
Holding onto her guitar tightly, she widened her eyes in surprise and let out a small chuckle. This prompted her to pause for a couple of minutes until the audience settled down before continuing, "So, ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," she pointed her hands to the imperial family sitting in front, "First of all, before I start performing the acoustic version of my latest single off my latest album, I want to express my deepest gratitude to the imperial family for their generous support and for being avid fans of my music. As well as to all of you who are here today, with me. It is an honor to perform here tonight."
The crowd responded with warm applause and cheers, their enthusiasm fueling her spirit. With a smile, she felt the familiar strings of her guitar ready to be played. She strummed the first chords, her fingers gliding effortlessly, as the melody filled the air.
The spotlight focusing on her like a beam of pure energy. Her heart raced with anticipation as she began to sing one of her most beloved singles. Her voice, a breathtaking falsetto, filled the venue with its ethereal beauty.
A wave of applause and unending cheers washed over her, and she smiled, taking in the sea of faces before her. Her gaze lingered on the crowd. Among them, she spotted familiar faces – Gen, Amaryllis, and Minami with their excited cheers and smiles. Their presence bolstered her confidence and made the performance even more special.
She noticed her mother wasn't smiling as she listened to her song. Mozu and Kirisame were engaged in their own conversation and seemed disinterested.
From the stage, she could see everyone in the venue. There were influential personalities, well-known figures who were invited, friends, colleagues, media, and many others. Even those who were rushing to get inside just to hear her perform. The venue was now filling up, and the security personnel were working tirelessly to maintain order.
As she sang, her gaze swept across the crowd, connecting with everyone who had gathered to witness this moment. Their smiling faces, their swaying bodies, some of them singing along, all absorbed in the song she was singing. But amidst the sea of people, she caught a glimpse of someone unexpected - Senku.
A wave of surprise washed over her as she watched him bypass the guards, making his way closer to the stage. She hadn't sent him an invite. It was an audacious move, but she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - curiosity, concern, and a tinge of excitement. It seemed he had made his way here to support her.
Despite her brief moment of uncertainty, she carried on with her performance. While singing, she couldn't resist stealing glances at Senku, whose presence brought a feeling of unexpected intensity within her. It felt like he sparked a passionate energy, motivating her to give an unforgettable show.
As the music swelled, Kohaku locked eyes with Senku. His presence ignited a fire within her, an intense surge of emotions that fueled her performance. With each note, she sang with more passion, her voice soaring to a crescendo that sent shivers through the audience.
His brow shot up, and he looks serious, his lips forming a thin line as he watched her from a distance. Questions soar in her brain as she sang like Why is he here? Senku appeared with a stern and irritated expression, as if he had some unsettled debts to collect.
Some heads from the crowd turned to see him, their curiosity sparked whispers and chatter. More and more heads turned to figure out what was happening, but he doesn't care about them as he only focus his attention all on her. However, none of these distractions broke her focus on her performance. Most of the audience, especially those in the front, were fully engaged, singing along with her.
As the final notes of her song hung in the air, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar of applause and cheers. Her performance had been a resounding success as the crowd's enthusiasm washed over her like a tidal wave, filling her with a sense of exhilaration and accomplishment.
Kohaku couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with gratitude. Amidst the sea of applauding hands and beaming faces, she searched for familiar ones – Gen, Amaryllis, and Minami. Their proud smiles and enthusiastic applause mirrored the joy that filled her own being. They were a few of the driving forces behind her journey as an artist, and their presence in the crowd meant more to her than words could express.
But it wasn't just her friends who filled her with elation. It was the collective energy of the entire crowd, the thousands of voices united in their appreciation and admiration. Their cheers seemed to echo through the very depths of her being. She was truly grateful for her fans and supporters who had made this moment so special.
The moment felt timeless, suspended in a bubble of pure bliss. It was a reminder of why she had dedicated her life to music, why she had poured her heart and soul into each composition.
As the applause gradually subsided, replaced by a lingering echo of appreciation, she basked in the afterglow of the performance. The memories of this night would forever be etched in her mind.
"Thank you all for being with me through the years," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Your presence and support mean the world to me, and I am truly grateful for each and every one of you." Her words were met with another round of applause and cheers.
As she spoke those words, her eyes met his once again. Her legs quivered beneath her as Senku's intense gaze remained unwavering. It felt as though he was meticulously studying her every action—each nuance of her lips, every subtle gesture, and the way she engaged with the audience... She couldn't help but get chills, as if he was observing her every single move. The intensity of his attention added an electrifying layer to the post-performance moment.
Kohaku gave the audience flying kisses, took her final bow, and stepped off the stage, she carried with her the euphoria of that moment.
After the crowd's applause died down, she felt deeply honored to receive the appreciation and gratitude from the Imperial Family. However, none of the media approached her for questions. She noticed that even when some of them went near Senku, none of them dared to do a quick and casual interview.
Gen also caught sight of the commotion as they greeted her upon leaving the stage, wondering who the mysterious new arrival was. He appeared just as surprised as she was, confirming that he hadn't summoned Senku.
"This is not an album launch anymore, Kohaku! That performance you did over there was like a preview to one of your concerts!" Amaryllis said with her excitement palpable.
Among all the cheers and excitement, she noticed Senku approaching her. Their eyes met once again, and despite the bustling atmosphere, it felt as if they were the only two people there, sharing an unspoken connection. The world around them seemed to fade as they locked gazes in that moment.
Amaryllis stood behind her, accompanied by Gen and Minami, who had just congratulated her on a successful performance. Amaryllis playfully nudged her back, as if signaling something she had observed. Her actions heightened her own feelings of panic and nervousness as Senku drew closer, his hand gently snaking itself to her waist.
Minami's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but notice Gen's smirk and Amaryllis' romantic excitement. The unexpected physical contact between her and Senku had taken her by surprise, and the reactions of her friends only added to the moment's intensity.
"Can I borrow Kohaku for a second?" Senku asks her friends to which they just nods. His hand resting lightly on the small of her back.
Kohaku didn't know what to feel. She was confused about why Senku was here. She was certain that neither her staff nor Gen had invited him. He didn't have an invitation, and she felt guilty for overlooking it. She had never had a boyfriend before, so she wasn't familiar with these courtesies.
"We love your performance, Ms. Kohaku! Congratulations on your new album!" her fans exclaimed with beaming smiles. Kohaku just smiled at them and mouthed a 'Thank you' with flying kisses as she walks with Senku by her side. She tried hard to act normal.
Senku gently led Kohaku to the side, away from the bustling crowd, but not too far. They found a spot that offered a bit of seclusion while still allowing them to be visible to a few onlookers who observed from a respectful distance.
"Sorry, I was so busy to even think of sending you an invitation," she said softly.
"Right," he whispered, his words carrying a hint of bitterness. She turned to look at him, and their eyes met. His brow furrowed, and the unspoken tension hung in the air.
Why was he here anyway? Kohaku couldn't help but wonder. He had given her a smug smile when she looked in his direction while singing, but after it all ended, he became serious again, as if he had a score to settle.
Despite everything, she was slightly relieved that he was here. She had been asked about him multiple times, and even though she had said she would solve her own problems, she knew that the only solution to this problem was to be honest and admit that she had been lying.
Confessing the truth wasn't an option anymore. She had dragged him into her lies, and he had gone along with it for her sake. If she were to confess that she had lied, he would be just as responsible as she was. She didn't want to involve anyone else, especially not him.
Kohaku had dragged him into her deception, and he had gained nothing from it. If anything, he faced controversies and may have lost potential girlfriends. They hadn't even been physically intimate, so he didn't gain anything from that either. All the benefits were for her. To suddenly confess and flip the table would burden him even more, just to save herself. She didn't want that. The complexities of the situation weighed heavily on her conscience.
"Is that sarcasm I'm sensing from you?" She stopped as soon as they were away from the prying crowds.
Senku licked his lips but still didn't smile. "Hasn't it ever crossed your mind how you insulted your boyfriend? About him not being invited to your album launch?"
They both knew the truth of their situation. Nevertheless, he was right. They were both pretending. She needed to fulfill her role as his supposed girlfriend, and he needed her to act the part. But she hadn't been playing the role of his girlfriend well enough for him.
"I let the other events slide," he said with determination. "I was pleased to hear that you always went alone, rather than bringing a date. But don't you think that to prove we're in a relationship, I should be the one accompanying you?"
Kohaku licked her lips and bit them out of anxiety, realizing that he might be right. She noticed how his gaze was momentarily distracted by her lips, but he quickly refocused on her eyes.
"I'm sorry... I've never been in a relationship before. I'm so used to not having a boyfriend that I forgot. And besides..." She looked at him, knowing he understood what she was going to say. They were only pretending, so it was natural that she wouldn't always invite him.
"I've also never had a girlfriend, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to invite you to my events," he replied, his tone serious. The sincerity in his words couldn't be denied.
Kohaku pursed her lips, and Senku looked at her lips again before meeting her gaze firmly.
He sighed, a slight smile forming on his face. "Kohaku, if I didn't have a business meeting in the adjacent building, I wouldn't have even known you were performing here."
So, he just happened to pass by and decided to come here?
Kohaku bit her lip again. "I'm really sorry, Senku. I'll... invite you next time."
He raised an eyebrow, almost challenging her.
"So, I'll get to see you perform live again next time, then?" he whispered.
"Yeah."
They locked eyes, but he didn't seem satisfied, even with her reassurance. His gaze remained intense.
"Hmmm... alright then, since you still owe me for pretending to be your boyfriend. I have a request for you, Kohaku."
"Okay, let's hear it."
"You'll be with me this weekend. Block your dates. I need you for three days," he said, his gaze penetrating. She immediately knew what he meant. She swallowed hard.
"Next weekend?" She glanced away briefly before answering, "My schedule is jam-packed with talk show invitations abroad, Senku. How about next weekend? Would that be okay?"
He furrowed his brow, his expression darkening further. She raised an eyebrow. "And pray tell, if I may ask, why three days?"
"I just don't think where we'll go is enough to last for a day," he whispered softly.
Kohaku's throat went dry, and despite feeling serious and nervous, she couldn't help but burst into laughter, and her mouth spoke without thinking.
"Seems like an awful long sexcapades, Mr. Ishigami? Three days before a release?" She whispered softly, making sure only they could hear, not caring about the consequences.
Senku raised an eyebrow, and there seemed to be more to his angry expression than before. "What do you mean by that?" His tone held a hint of annoyance, as if her comment had struck a nerve.
Kohaku raised an eyebrow too. "And here I thought you only do it once... no replays... So, I guess I'll only have one round of it?"
"You fucking virgin," he whispered insultingly, but she wasn't insulted in the least.
Kohaku chuckled even more while holding her stomach. She had never met anyone so easy to tease.
She pretended to think, putting a finger on her chin and resting an arm on her chest. "Am I thinking wrong? So... three days for a one-time thing?" she teased, clearly enjoying their playful banter. "No wonder there are no replays... You really go all out."
"Can't blame you for thinking like that, huh? I already told you, I won't do it anytime soon..." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and whispered in her ear, "But... we'll see who gives in first... and I am sure as hell it won't be me, Kohaku."
As she gazed into Senku's eyes, his words filled her with a rush of excitement. There was something about him that drew her in. His presence made her feel more alive, and a growing anticipation stirred within her, igniting a fluttering feeling. Senku seemed to understand her thoughts, and he smirked playfully.
"So, what's your answer, Kohaku?" he inquired.
A smile tugged at her lips, and she couldn't help but playfully push him. "I'll be busy with guesting's and performances abroad you know."
He chuckled softly, enjoying her reaction. "I thought you would grant me this request. Do you want me to remind you what you just said?"
She closed her eyes tightly, almost forgetting about their deal.
Kohaku bit her lip, her gaze drifting away as she contemplated their discussion. She couldn't help but notice that the people in their vicinity were openly observing them, seeing the two of them whispering intimately.
From an outsider's perspective, they might have appeared to be lovers, entwined in a romantic conversation, whispering sweet nothings, but in reality, they were planning their escapades.
"Fine. This weekend. My album just launched, and I already have invitations abroad. Plus, the executives have been wanting to meet with me right after the launch, so I have to be there." Kohaku pursed her lips.
Senku's eyes softened as he regarded me. "That sounds acceptable. Make sure to clear your schedule for those days. I have something special in mind for us."
Kohaku nodded in agreement. "Sure"
Senku noticed Kohaku's slight embarrassment due to the lingering glances from onlookers who still thought of them as a real couple. He chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by it.
"Don't worry, I'm not in it for the sex," he assured her, "Also, you have to bring your guitar with you. I just need to show you to someone during those three days... And..." Kohaku observed a faint blush coloring his cheeks, "... maybe invite you on a date. I want your attention, all mine, for three days. I need those three days with you."
Here is the next chapter as promised, but no smut this time. I felt like it'll be better next chapter, but sadly, no chapter next week as I'm out travelling.
Sorry for mistakes, no beta just Senhaku brainrot! Looking forward to your feedback! :D