Chapter 103: Comfort Food

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, for if I did, Ren would do his best to pamper Kyoko.

"Kyaaaaaa!"

Kanae didn't so much as bat an eye at the sound she heard and let the hot water wash over her head. She counted in her head, 10, 9, 8, 7... The curtain was thrown open, releasing the perfectly good build-up of steam she had accumulated out of her shower.

She cocked an eyebrow at her intruder as he enthusiastically held up his phone for her to see. His excitement from the news faded and was replaced with another reason as he took in the goddess before him. It didn't take more than a heartbeat of watching the beads of water trickle sensually down her body before he discarded his phone, gloves, and clothes. Kanae squealed as Yashiro wrapped his cold arms around her, entering the shower and forgetting whatever he had come in to tell her.

...

Kyoko leaned her head back on the porcelain tub, closing her eyes as she let the hot water soak her aching body and soothe her tired muscles. She had received little sleep after a magnificent night with the man she loved. Every time her eyes shut, she was transported back to just several hours ago; to the time they shared joined as one. She smiled broadly, her face threatening to split in two, thinking about how good and right it felt to be with him.

She stifled a giggle as she heard a mixture of humming and cussing from her boyfriend outside. He had left the doors open in case she needed him, which she thought was silly. He was treating her like she was some fragile being. Earlier, because she insisted on going to school, he lifted her out of bed and placed her in an already-prepared bath with strict instructions not to fall asleep in the tub. She couldn't have asked for a more caring and loving man to share such a momentous event in her life. Kyoko could feel her face heating up, but she couldn't be sure if it was from the hot water of her bath or the sensual visions of their intimate night dancing behind her closed lids.

Kuon used a pair of chopsticks to turn the sausages carefully as he fried them up. At least, he tried to be careful. He played the cooking video again, taking his eyes off the meat for only a second. When he looked back at the pan, they were burnt. He kept getting distracted, replaying the blissful night he had shared with the love of his life. Watching the videos were supposed to help him stay focused, but failed miserably.

"Shit!" He pulled the pan off the stove until the heat died down and then put it back on the heat. In his mind, she needed sustenance to replenish her energy after last night. His eyes glossed over as his mind wandered again, remembering how she felt in his arms. The fragrance of her hair, the taste of her skin, and the sweet sound of her voice as he... A hissing sound jolted him back to reality. The miso soup he was reheating on the stove had boiled over.

"Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed, reaching for the pot handle to remove it from the burner. "Shit!" he cried, dropping the pot and flapping his hand; the handle was hot.

"Corn? Is everything okay?" He heard her call from the back room.

"Yes, babe, I'm fine!" He hollered back, running his hand under cold water from the sink. He dried off his hands and looked at the stove to see what he could salvage. The pot of miso soup appeared to have enough for at least one serving. He picked up a sausage and ate it. Not too bad! I can cut the burnt edges off. It should be perfect. The outside was crispy, but the inside seemed fine. What else? Hmm? Oh, the eggs! Those have a lot of protein. He picked up his phone again and played the video to make tomagoyaki. His brows knitted with deep concentration as he watched the beginning of the video again. I got this!

Kuon placed the tray on the coffee table and went to check on her.

"Feeling better? I made breakfast," he asked, stepping into the bathroom with a warm fluffy towel. Kyoko blushed at his presence but managed to step out of the bathtub in her nude state. She tried to take the towel from him, but he insisted on drying her off.

Yukihito in drag! Yukihito in drag! His thoughts reverberated in his mind as her pheromones assaulted his senses. I should just leave her to it and get the hell out of Dodge before I do something stupid. His whole purpose this morning was to pamper her, so he fought against the waves of desire rising within him and focused all his attention on drying her quickly. His brow furrowed, and his mouth was set in a firm line as he patted her wet skin with the towel.

"I'm sorry," he murmured as he continued to dry her. Frowning at the love bites littering her chest and back. Her lower body had bruises, evidence of how hard he had gripped her last night. I went overboard!

Kyoko could tell by his expression that his thoughts were going somewhere useless again. "I'm not sorry. Please don't apologize for what we did last night," she replied, reaching up to caress his cheek. Her amber eyes shone brilliantly with no regrets.

And just like that, she was able to dash away all his insecurities. Kuon reached up and covered his hand over hers, leaning into her touch.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her palm.

"I love you, too," she smiled back at him and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. On cue, her stomach growled, ruining the moment.

"Let's get you fed, baby," Kuon chuckled. He pulled her robe on her and lifted her, slipping an arm behind her knees and at her back.

"Corn put me down. I can walk, you know," she scolded, squirming in his arms.

"I know, but I like this way better," he countered, tightening his grip.

"You're incorrigible," she huffed, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder.

"You know you love it!" He teased and carried her over to the couch. Propping her on some pillows, he placed the food tray on her lap. Luckily, she didn't question why he had put her on the couch. His sole purpose was to see to her comfort, and the floor would be too hard on her body.

"Thank you for making breakfast. I'm sorry for slacking off on my part of the deal lately."

"What do you mean?" He asked, glancing up at her in confusion from his seat on the floor. He sat on the opposite side of the table, facing her while they ate.

"I'm supposed to do the cooking. That was my part of the deal when I moved in here. I have more income now. I can at least pay f-"

"Is it that bad?" he asked, staring at her in worry.

"What?"

"The food? That's what this is about, right?" Kuon asked, nodding to her tray.

Kyoko looked down at her tray of food. She had toast with her favorite orange marmalade spread on top, fresh fruit, rice, two perfectly cooked sunny-side-up eggs, sausages that looked interestingly cut, and half a bowl of miso soup. She could see nothing wrong with what she had on her plate.

"No, there's nothing wrong with the food," she assured him and picked up a piece of sausage. It was a little dry and hard to chew, but she kept those thoughts to herself. Kyoko smiled at him once she swallowed the food and sipped her orange juice.

"I wanted to make you a hearty breakfast, but in the end, this is all I could manage," he admitted with a cute pout.

Kyaa! He's too cute when he's like this!

"Thank you, Corn. It's delicious," she praised, taking a bite out of her toast.

"It doesn't cost me any more money, you know… to have you here, so please get those thoughts out of your mind. Do you not feel like this is your home? I hope that's not the case. Before you came, this place was just a barren place for me to sleep. Now," he said, gesturing to the new décor, photos, and personal items around the room. "With you here, it feels like home."

"No, no, I feel very much at home here with you. I love it here," she replied quickly to clear up any misunderstanding he might be thinking.

"But…"

"But, I feel like a freeloader whenever I can't at least cook you a proper meal."

"Oh! I'm undermining you as an independent woman, aren't I?" Kuon replied as realization dawned on him. "I'm so sorry."

"No, you've never undermined me, Corn! You've been nothing but encouraging and loving. It's just the scales are tipped in my favor in this relationship. You do so much for me, and I can't even begin to repa-"

"Okay, I'm going to stop you right there. Apparently, I'm doing a terrible job at showing you your worth." He moved to crouch in front of her and took her hand in his. "You have done so much for me since you came back into my life. So much more that it would take an infinite amount of lifetimes together for me to call us even," he said thoughtfully.

Kyoko smiled, her vision blurry from the tears forming in her eyes. "I love you, Kuon," she said, leaning her forehead against his.

"I love you more, Kyoko," he whispered back, making her laugh.

"Okay, I'll let you get away with more today only because we need to eat and get ready…but just know that next time we go out, I'm paying!"

"Yes, my dear," he agreed with a chuckle, returning to his food. After eating, Kyoko stood from the couch to clear the dishes.

"I got it, sweetie! We still have time, you could rest some more. I know you didn't get much sleep last night because…" He stopped his words, seeing the heat of embarrassment creep up to her cheeks. "Or you can go and get ready for school. I know you'll need time to maybe apply makeup," Kuon suggested, trying to bar her from going into the kitchen.

"Kuon, do we need to revisit our conversation from earlier? You cooked; it's only fair that I clean," Kyoko reprimanded with a teasing smile.

He relented and stepped out of her way, then waited.

"KUON HIZURI! What have you done to my kitchen?!" Kyoko exclaimed, looking back at him. The place was a disaster. The stove was covered with food splatters and dirty pots. There was a discarded pan where he attempted to cook the egg roll but failed when it stuck to the pan.

"What's that smell?" she asked, sniffing the air. "Do you smell something burning?"

"Oh shit!" he brushed past her and opened the oven. A plume of smoke accosted him while he attempted to remove the pan containing mackerel from the oven. Kyoko grabbed a dishrag and began fanning the smoke away from the detector before it…too late! The smoke alarm blared throughout the apartment.

"Keep fanning," Kuon told her and rushed towards the home phone just as it started ringing.

"Hello!" He answered quickly.

"Tsuruga-sama, is everything okay? Are you in need of emergency services?" It was policy for security to call the resident immediately after an alarm was triggered. If nobody answered after three rings, security would relay to the dispatcher on another line to notify emergency responders.

"Yes, sorry, everything is fine here. No need for the fire department. Thank you, for your hard work." Kuon replied, hanging up the line. The alarm stopped as soon as he placed the phone on the cradle. Kuon flew into the bathroom to put on his contacts. He was back in the living room in a flash when a loud knock sounded at the front door.

Kuon rushed to the door, not wanting anyone to see Kyoko in her state. She was just too sexy this morning for anyone else to handle. He wondered if he could convince her not to go to school today. He didn't need any of those pubescent males sniffing around her.

"Good morning, Tsuruga-sama. We received the all-clear from our superior, but you know it's policy to follow up," said the familiar security guard as he bowed in greeting. There were two of them, both in black suits carrying fire extinguishers.

"Yes, thank you! Everything is fine; just a little smoke from cooking." Ren assured them, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kyoko walked out of the kitchen to see what the commotion was outside. Even with Ren trying to block the partially opened door, the guards caught sight of her. Blushing deeply, they sank into a bow.

"G-good morning, Morimoto-sama. Please pardon our intrusion!" he stammered out. Kyoko greeted the guard and bowed in return, trying to keep her dignity while wearing only her robe. She dashed back into the kitchen to hide but stayed close enough to hear the words exchanged.

Ren groaned internally. That's what I didn't want to happen.

"It has been a while since we had to respond to your residence like this. Please refrain from doing the cooking yourself, Tsuruga-sama," the security guard stated with a straight face. He heard Kyoko burst out laughing from the kitchen.

Ren scowled. "Thanks for your hard work, Goda-san!" he said, shutting the door rudely before the guard could make more jokes at his expense.

"Was this a regular occurrence?" Kyoko asked, stepping out of the kitchen. She was impressed by the security's quick response and his knowledge of their protocol.

"It only happened twice," he grumbled. Each time, he became distracted enough to forget to set a timer. After the second time, he gave up cooking until he made his omurice specialty for her. Having her here made him want to get better at it.

"You're so cute. Next time, we can cook together," Kyoko said, pulling a sulking Ren into the kitchen so they could tackle cleaning.

Yashiro leaned against the driver's side of the car, responding to the PR director's email regarding the latest news on his favorite couple. He put his phone away once he heard the elevator ding. The pair approached him with hands clasped and joy radiating from them. Oh boy, I should have brought sunglasses! Today may be difficult.

"Ren, Kyoko-chan, good morning! Kyoko-chan, you look radiant this morning. Did you start a new skin regiment?" He greeted in a chipper-than-usual voice, unable to contain his excitement. It was so obvious their intimacy status had changed. She was positively glowing and giving off a mature aura.

"Yukihito," Ren warned, his gentlemanly smile gracing his handsome face.

"Good morning, Yashiro-san. I didn't do anything differently," Kyoko replied, placing her palms on the sides of her red cheeks.

"Ahahaha," Yashiro laughed awkwardly, frightened by Ren's aura. It had been so long since the manager had seen that smile he had become complacent. "Well, whatever you're doing, your skin looks great."

"Thank you, Yashiro-san," she dipped her head with a smile before ducking into the car.

Ren glared at his friend after putting their stuff in the trunk and entering beside her. Yashiro smiled at him innocently.

On the drive to Kyoko's school, Yashiro asked, "Did you two, by chance, see the news this morning or look at the email I sent?"

"No, why?" Ren asked, reaching into his pocket for his phone. It was still turned off from last night.

"You'll see!" Yashiro responded with glee.

Kyoko booted up her phone and found several messages in her inbox. Two were from her father with his nightly and daily check-ins. His morning mail gave her the impression that he was worried about her. She quickly sent him a greeting, wished him a good day, and assured him that everything was fine. The other messages were from her friends inquiring about her night on a group text between the three of them. Messages were flying back and forth about Chiori's night out with her "senpai." Kyoko had to scroll up to the top to follow the current conversation.

They went to a movie…wow, Tragic Marker?

I'm glad they are supporting, Kuon, but who would pick that for a date…

oh, she did.

Ahahah Moko…I could believe that. Guys always want their girls to cling to them when things get scary….

Whaaa? He got scared and latched on to Chiori-san instead.

Kyoko giggled aloud, gaining Ren and Yashiro's attention.

"What's so funny?" Ren asked, looking over at her screen. Kyoko didn't mind and moved so he could get a better view.

"Moko-san and Chiori-san are texting about her date last night. They chose to watch Tragic Marker and he ended up hiding on Chiori-san's shoulder."

"Who takes their first date to that kind of movie?" Yashiro and Ren asked simultaneously.

"She picked it and thought he was cute," Kyoko explained, glancing at her boyfriend.

"Well, there are some girls that would feel that way. It's quite surprising that Amamiya-san is that type. She must like this guy very much."

"You think so?" Kyoko asked, looking at Ren and then Yashiro who nodded in agreement.

"It shows that he likes her too. He went along with her choice even though it would show his uncool side," Yashiro added, bringing the car to a stop at the red light.

"I hope he's good to her. She's a really good friend to me," Kyoko commented and continued to read.

Oh my god! Moko gave her condoms too! A vision of Moko, the condom fairy, floated through her mind. She shook the image of Kanae in strawberry-flavored latex out of her mind. What are they talking about now? What pictures of her and Ren?

"I found it," Ren said, clicking on the link in his email. Kyoko leaned in to look. It was an article, complete with images of them last night, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. MAKING OUT!

"Oh, my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! This is all my fault!" Kyoko exclaimed. She had been swept up by the mood and the music last night and didn't think about the consequences.

Where did those pedestrians come from? Wasn't it just us out there? No, Kyoko, you idiot! You were just delusional and only saw him! Everyone else faded into the background.

"I should have protected you from this…" Ren began.

"I'm the one that threw myself at you and kissed you!" Kyoko interjected before he could blame himself for the news.

"I'm not complaining," Ren replied with a sly smile. He loved it when she kissed him on the street last night without any reservations.

"It's definitely my fault! Yashiro-san, how do I fix this? I don't want Ren's reputation to be tarnished because of me."

Yashiro chuckled, "Kyoko-chan, nobody's reputation is ruined here, least of all Ren's."

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"He means that, usually, with these types of scandals, the guys get kudos for their...ummm...how do I say this delicately... 'Conquest?' While the women suffer the stigma of being 'loose'...God, I'm so dead!"

Visions of Tadashi flexing his neck, Taisho sharpening his knives, and Kuu cracking his knuckles floated through his mind. Yup, so fucking dead!

"Oh!" She replied quietly. Kyoko went through her mental list of possible repercussions at school for her actions. Would this stir things up after everything had finally settled since she moved up a grade? Her classmates were more mature and experienced with celebrity life. They naturally accepted her relationship with Ren and didn't judge her for it. Her friendships with them were new, so she was unsure how they would take the news.

At the very least, I'll have to endure the hateful comments at school. My shoe locker will probably be vandalized again. Would someone steal my desk and hide it? The new friends I made in class might hate me. I don't have lunch, so they can't tamper with that. I was planning on buying some melon bread at the canteen, but maybe I'll skip it to avoid confrontations. Things will just go back to the way they were in the past. It's my last year, I can endure anything.

"Hello?! Is anyone listening to me up here? Nobody's reputation is ruined. Yes, there are some negative comments, but the positive comments outweigh them. Your fans are thrilled by the PDA. I told you that people doubted your relationship. This, along with your combined social media, is boosting your popularity. The women love that Kyoko initiated the interaction."

"Huh?" Kyoko gaped unintelligently.

"We'll just play it by ear, okay? Right now, the PR director and the President think it's good press. We'll put out whatever fires flame up when they do. The whole of Japan knows you two are in a consensual relationship. It was bound to happen that things would eventually get…hot, steamy, intimate," Yashiro broke off his sentence when he caught Ren's glare in the rearview mirror.

"Do you still want to go to school? You can skip today. Maybe head to the agency instead or go back home." This was Ren's last effort to get her to stay home and keep her away from any hot-blooded males at school. Her admirers were probably going to increase tenfold after that article. She still had yet to realize her effect on the opposite sex.

"No, I have to face them head-on!" Kyoko chirped with renewed determination.

"Okay," he agreed, not wanting to undermine her decision.

"You have training this morning, right?" She asked, trying to change the subject before he asked her if she needed to rest again. She was a little tender from last night, but aside from that, physically, she felt rejuvenated.

"Yes, it's only a refresher course, but Uesugi-dono probably won't go easy on me."

Kyoko stared off dreamily, imagining Ren in traditional garb as he trained for his role as Ryu. "I really want to see."

"You do?! I mean, you can! Ditch school and come with us. You're a student of Uesugi-dono's; he won't mind if you're there."

Kyoko laughed at his enthusiasm, "You are a bad influence when it comes to education."

Ren hid the guilty pang in his heart at her innocent jab. She was right, his attendance as a student, was pitiful.

"I have a solution. Yashiro-san, could you please?" Kyoko leaned forward in her seat to ask their manager.

"Of course, I can, Kyoko-chan!" Yashiro replied from the driver's seat knowing exactly what she wanted from him. He would gladly provide her with video and pictures of Ren at work.

"Thank you, Yashiro-san…see it's settled!" Kyoko said, beaming up at Ren. "I won't even have to miss school and still see your work."

"We're here now," Yashiro announced, pulling the car to the curb a block away from the school. "The amount of paparazzi isn't over the top. Shall we go, Kyoko-chan?" Yashiro asked, stepping out of the car.

Kyoko leaned in to kiss her boyfriend goodbye.

"I'll miss you," he murmured against her lips.

"I'll see you tonight," Kyoko whispered with a smile against his lips, then gave him another quick peck.

"Tonight is so far away," he lamented, kissing her again, eliciting a giggle out of her.

Yashiro knocked on the window, breaking up the lovebirds. His normally super professional charges were being extra lovey-dovey this morning. His inner fangirl was putting on a whole half-time routine, complete with cheering and tumbling for this event.

Saena smiled at her husband and took his proffered hand. She stepped from the car, smoothed her black pencil skirt, then took her briefcase from him. Squaring her shoulders, she walked determinedly towards the courthouse.

Today they would present the plea bargain to the judges regarding the case with Morizumi Kimiko. Saena and Susumu had reviewed the terms of the deal with their boss, Katagiri-san, and received his approval to proceed with only a few minor comments. As her mentor since graduating from university, his knowledge of the law was invaluable to Saena.

Saena and Susumu took their seats on their side of the room while the defendant's lawyer, Hayashi Kento, and his team took their seats. The lawyers alone were enough to execute this deal. Saena and Tadashi had made it a point to keep the information to Kyoko at a minimum. The less she knew, the easier it would be for her to go about her daily life. Their daughter knew the details of the deal and agreed to it; however, she didn't know that the decision would be reached today. Tadashi would break the results to her when he picked her up in the afternoon.

They were kept waiting for a few minutes before the judges and other people required to support this type of case entered the room. The judges were provided the case material days in advance so they were not coming to the table unprepared. It had taken many influential people to get the case expedited. Tadashi was willing to do everything in his power to finish this quickly, even if it meant playing dirty.

After a half-hour of asking clarifying questions to both parties, the judges were satisfied they covered every nuance of the agreement. All loopholes were addressed, and a few were even discarded after careful consideration. The agreement would have to be updated to reflect any changes to the language that was used before it could go through final approval and signatures.

The head judge deliberated quietly with his colleagues, then addressed Saena, "Mogami-Todoh sensei, are you quite satisfied with these terms? The court can't help but determine that the defendant is getting off lightly given her attempted crimes."

"Yes, sir. My client does not bear any ill will towards the defendant and only wishes she receives the help needed to heal."

"Very well. We would like to add one condition of our own. The court has taken the liberty to draw up the added term to be included in the final version." He held two folders out to the guard to pass them on to each lawyer and waited until they both looked over the document before he proceeded.

"According to the agreement, the defendant will be executing her sentence in a foreign country. Given the high profile of her victims, the defendant's passport will be flagged for travel during that time. She will not be allowed in Japan until her time is up and approval is granted by the court based on a two-party psych evaluation. Any objections?"

Saena shook her head and answered, "No objections, your honor."

She gazed over at Kento, who sat quietly weighing his niece's options before speaking. "Sir, according to this document, my client's rights to travel would still be restricted even when her sentence is up."

"We see nothing wrong with the restriction. Approved documentation is necessary when removing passengers from the no-fly list. Failure to do so would lead to detainment."

Kento could do nothing but agree to the new condition. He knew that even with the correct paperwork, it would take months before the travel ban was lifted. Jiro might not be happy with his decision, but there was nothing he could do to change the minds of the judges. They had been so generous with the agreement that Kento didn't want to ruin his niece's chances for a full recovery.

Saena breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally settled. Kyoko and her other victims would no longer have to worry about this young woman terrorizing them. The next thing she needed to focus on was the group litigation suit against the Morizumi Family and then the trial for the manager.

As soon as she stepped out of the building, reporters looking for a statement swarmed Saena and Susumu. The media's resourcefulness always impressed Saena. These big press companies tended to have numerous sources on their payroll to get the latest scoop.

Sensei! Sensei! Were you the prosecuting attorney? Can you please tell us the outcome of the case?

Are you satisfied with the Judges' ruling?

Will Morizumi-san serve any time?

Was justice delivered?

Susumu protected Saena from the onslaught of reporters. They both ignored the questions being fired at them as they walked to the car. Once in the vehicle, she turned on her phone to send Tadashi an email. He would be delighted to know of the clause the Judge threw in there at the end. Given the man's resources, she thought he would be able to use that in his favor if necessary.

Ren felt the droplets of sweat pool on his back as he knelt on the hard tatami mat under the grueling eye of his master. He had worked with Uesugi on several occasions so he knew silence and obedience were warranted now.

"You were distracted when the lesson began. Distractions can cause accidents on a set," his master critiqued.

"I apologize. I have no excuse," Ren bowed his head.

"Your skills are still quite impressive."

"You flatter me, Uesugi-dono. It's all thanks to a master like you."

"Do I look like someone that flatters people?" Uesugi asked sternly.

"Ah, no. Thank you, Uesugi-dono."

"I can tell you've changed. I don't think it's necessarily bad, but you must stay vigilant. You can't show the vultures an ounce of weakness, or they will tear you both apart."

Ren's eyes widened at how personal things just got. He knew the man was giving him sage advice. If his performance started to deteriorate, the media would no doubt blame it on his relationship with Kyoko. He had to keep giving it his best.

"Thank you for the advice, master."

Uesugi let out a derisive chuckle and dismissed Ren. "Come back if you need more training. I think you will do well in this role."

Ren thanked the older man again and left after bowing.

When Ren emerged from the room, Yashiro handed him a towel and a bottle of water. As he suspected, Uesugi did not go easy on him. After his conversation with the veteran martial artist, Ren confirmed that the old master was indeed punishing him. Just my luck. He probably didn't like the negative press of Kyoko either. Yashiro and the President might think it was good press, but he wasn't convinced. The images highlighted how beautiful and desirable she was, meaning more people would be attracted to her. The length of her dress accentuated her long shapely legs and he just had to be caught palming her perky ass.

Inside his private changing room at the combat school, he checked his phone for missed messages from her. He was thrilled to find one with a picture attachment of her with friends from class all giving a thumbs-up sign.

"Something good, Ren?" Yashiro asked, watching his charge's face.

Ren nodded and turned his phone to show Yashiro the picture.

"Oh, that's so good to see. I'm glad Kyoko's enjoying the last year of school."

"Yeah, she looks happy," he replied quietly.

He sat there for several seconds, staring at his girlfriend's cheerful face. He had broken his vow to her, to himself, last night and couldn't take it back. He didn't regret what they shared. He was just sorry he was rough with her. I need to work on my control!

"Ren…Ren? Did you hear me?"

"Hmmm," he hummed, pulling his gaze from his phone and looking at his friend.

"You should hit the shower. We have your drama press conference next, and then costume fittings. After that, you have another magazine interview. Get going. I hung your suit behind the changing screen. The upside to this packed schedule is that you get home early today."

Yashiro chuckled as his last sentence got the actor moving on the double.

AN: Hiya! Thank you for your patience. I'm trying to get rid of the Morizumis already. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Now I can focus on spoilers for the new chap! Yay!

Thank you for continuing to read and for the reviews of the last chapter. I'm glad many of you thought my version of their first time worked! I always enjoy reading what you guys think.

Until next time, ja ne! ^_^