What kills me makes me feel alive

"And just why on earth does the cold exist—? I would kick it off the stage the second it got on had this been a performance test whereas I am the stunning judge who would do so."

"The cold is a bitter person, aren't they?"

“You’re happy to meet them?  Do you think they believe you?” he asked the boy, smirking.

"Oh, another one of the haters, are you?" Syo said, adjusting his scarf. "To answer your question, well, I'd like to think they'd believe me." Syo started to feel the pressure of being watched by a bunch of girls, while answering to this... suspicious man.

     ”Great!" A pleased smile appeared on Nonon’s face. "In what way, then? Are you a performer? Musician?" Her interest was piqued by the idea alone.

"But then again, I'm up and coming, so the whole country doesn't know my name.... yet."

          — An exaggerated sigh escaped the pinkette. “I sure could use someone to entertain me.”

✧ Someone to entertain? Sure, Syo hadn't had much to do in a while. "I could entertain you if you want." 

"Can I use...

"Er—yeah! I mean, if you want to sing, I won’t stop you." 

"That's why my heart is yours!" Syo held up a spoon, pretending it was a mic while singing one of his hit songs. A bunch of girls started squealing, which was not very unusual. At the end, Syo did a bow while the crowd applauded and screamed, and he decided to make a PSA promoting his next single. "Everyone! Make sure to be on the look out for my third single! Thank you and have a nice day~" Syo said, blowing a kiss towards the blonde girl he met earlier, then disappeared into the street.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The stranger was going to let him stay the night too! He felt like such a burden. “Please… You don’t have to…”

✧ Syo ignored the boy's plea for him to go back home. There was absolutely no way that the stranger would get back to the Red Faction alive, and besides, it was already past curfew. He had finished setting the sheets and all that was left was to put the boy to bed. Firstly, he took off the boy's shoes gently, and noticing that the stranger was kind of sweaty, he stripped off the person's jacket. Then, slowly but carefully, he lifted the boy out of the couch, into the guest room, and onto the mattress. Just like a little child, Syo tucked him in with the sheets, and once assuming the stranger was comfy, he started towards the door. "If you need anything, just call me. I'll leave the door open. Tomorrow if you 're still feeling this way, I have medicine. No need to worry, I won't charge anything." Syo said, and then exited the room.

"So, how do you find time to be an ‘idol’? I mean, a kid like you still has school and all, right? You don’t have enough time to perform what with curfew and all…” She stated curiously. After judging by his height, she could only discern he couldn’t be out of school yet - 16 at the oldest, if he was lucky.

"So... how would you like it if I serenaded you?" Syo said, not caring if his cover was blown. "Don't worry, it doesn't count as love, so we won't be in any trouble.... I think."

"Y-Yeah…" He answered. He didn’t want to open his eyes thinking it would just make it worse. "I… I’m just trying to get home…"

"We won't be able to make it before curfew, so how about spending the night at my place?" Syo said. A perk of being from a wealthy family is that he did have three bedrooms, and he used one room as a guest room, so he had no qualms about taking him under his arm, for this night at least. He slowly walked the stranger to his apartment (well, more like a house), and set him to rest on a couch before preparing fresh sheets for him in the guest room.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Syo said, rushing towards the stranger.

"Oops, I shouldn't have said that so loud...." Syo said. Fortunately, no one even batted an eye at him, so he was in the clear. "So, your sister is a fan of me? That's... pretty common, since I'm still kind of fresh, and I'm pretty a hot topic in news..." Syo said, scratching his head. "But, I don't mean to brag..." Syo retorted, trying not to sound like a showoff.

"Ouch…That was unpleasant." Her soft spoken words weren’t aimed at the boy, nor were they said harshly. It had hurt, of course, when she fell. Upon looking up, she adjusted her glasses. Maybe the blond boy wouldn’t step over her and keep going. Maybe she’d be left to get trampled by the crowds on the streets. 

"Oh! I'm very sorry!" Syo said, trying to acknowledge the fact that he was truly sorry for not paying attention and knocking her over. "I'll help you get up!" Syo said, extending his hand towards the orange hair girl.