YOU WERE MY FIRST LOVE.

——- ❝ Ah - Am I staring ? ❞ Nowaki laughed, rubbing his neck. He did often STARE at the other man in admiration a lot, a habit he would likely NEVER break. He hurried after Hiroki, walking right up by his side.         ❝ It’s really nice of you to come all this way. But isn’t the hospital kind of far from the University ? I’d hate for you to come so far just to wait for me. ❞ That was a lie, he LOVED that Hiroki came to see him and come home with him. But he couldn’t out right SAY that, now could he?    ❝ What would you want for dinner ? Should we cook together or do you want me to cook ? ❞

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Yuno grunted as he pushed his way through the crowd. He’d finally finished his shift and honestly just wanted either food or just to get home. But there was a block sale of some sort and he kept getting pushed into people. It was both annoying and equally frustrating to try and get through. 

One knock bumped him into someone and nearly knocked them both over and once Yuno managed to right himself, he turned to address the other. 

“Sorry. Are you alright?”

           Eh ? --- OH ! well, he wasn’t expecting such an apology so randomly. Misaki was use to people pushing & shoving, likely because they were in a hurry someplace or was just annoyed with the upcoming crowd. Yet, this was Japan after all ------- there was plenty of crowds to shove through but it wasn’t the most polite thing to do. AT LEAST this stranger happened to apologize, but the vibe did through him off for the most part.            ❝ —  I---I’m okay, no harm done.  ❞      

’The  only  time  when  the  team  has  the  pool  alone  is  for  two  hours  in  the  earliest  morning  but  after  that,  we  only  have  booked  a  part  of  it  for our  practice  since  it  is  more  or  less  extra  training.  The  actual  one  is  in  the  morning  where  all  participate.  The  one  afterward  always  switches  but  the  rest  of  the  pool  remains  open.’

Rin  tries  his  best  to  give  it  a  good  explanation  but  he  smiles  on the  other anyway.  'Ah,  don’t  make  such  a  face.  It  is  okay!  It  happens  sometimes  but  I  guess,  not  many  run  away  as  quickly  as  you  did.’

       This guy was AMAZING --- he’s never seen someone who looks like a PROFESSIONAL swimmer this close before.   If they actually had practice in the mornings, he certainly would love to go see what that was all about. He wasn’t really naturally drawn to sports, not even when he was younger. However, it didn’t mean he couldn’t admire them or enjoy watching the teams on the television whenever he scrolled past the channels.         One would believe that he would just be watching the swimming teams because of there fit bodies ( --- don’t make him blush. ) but naturally, it was for their talent as well. If only he could LEARN how to swim like that & not look like a drowning seal.   While the other explained himself, Misaki seemed to be somewhat in a daze before realizing that he was being addressed. Shaking his head to snap back into what was awkward reality, he smiled from eat to ear.   

The messy place never really bothered Anthony when visiting Ijuuin. Even now, being pulled inside, he isn’t bothered by the fact that there’s papers lying about and books all over the place. In fact, he smiles warmly at the state of the apartment because this was just like Ijuuin – to be swamped with work near a deadline to not have time to clean up a bit. And hey, at least it wasn’t dirty – only messy with work.

❝ Aren’t I always? ❞ He comments, offering a smile to the other, ❝ Don’t worry, I made sure I wasn’t followed or anything, ❞ he tries to reassure the other. Anthony is very aware that neither one of them can afford a scandal right now – their careers couldn’t handle headlines about a supposed “relationship” between them, hence why they meet in secret, and why the idol was so careful when meeting the other.

❝ It’s good to see you again, Ijuuin-san. I hope work hasn’t been too hard on you. ❞

               There was NOTHING but a cunning smile for the most part ---- neither Anthony or his editor’s really could understand what the other was THINKING when having such an expression settle on his features in this way.          ❝ I’ve been fine.   That’s not the issue this time.  My neighbors or more or less likely getting RATHER curious of my home life & are keeping a really good eye on my place. In a way I am flattered but otherwise it’s quite annoying to be questioned every time I go and pick up packages from my P.O box.  To avoid confrontation from them, I wanted you to be inside so you didn’t be questioned either. They’re all naturally quiet around here and we all keep to ourselves ---- but lately, they’ve been getting more and more eager about me.  ( --- for whatever reason. ) ❞

——- ❝ I’ll give them up as soon as you give up reading picture books meant for children. ❞

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This was nothing new to the both of them – ‘this’ being dinner or a night in together. There were never any strings attached when Ijuuin and Anthony connected, they were always simply driven by selfish desires, yet showed the utmost respect towards the other person. It was a mutual feeling they both felt – loneliness, and the desire to rid it could be easily solved with some company, hence why the two met up when they did.

And so Anthony knocks upon the other’s door, the trip here being quite easy since it was late at night and no one bothered following him around.

     HONESTLY, waking up from his evening nap he hurried to his feet and found out that he immediately had been laying in filth. Scattered books, crumpled up pieces of papers and pencils on the ground. His place wasn’t the cleanest when he was alone. In fact, he was hardly off the couch in his most depressive states when in one of his slumps in regards to the manuscripts and the editing team at the publishing company on his ass about deadlines. Things were usually ignored & he never answered his door. HOWEVER, when knowing who it was this time he would gladly answer the door. Though he was in a condo ----- a very well paid place that was large enough for AT LEAST a whole family  ---- he didn’t keep it tidy. 

Misaki kept to himself mostly – Anthony knew that he wasn’t a speaking unless spoken to kind of guy but today seemed different… there seemed to be a lot on his mind. The male didn’t want to address it for fear that it might ruin their good time together, but he felt he should bring it up before the night was over. If something was really bothering Misaki, Anthony would want him to express himself and verbally say what was upsetting him or making him uneasy. Thoughts like these are better left spoken aloud, for when one communicates with another, the chances of bettering the situation are much greater than when one doesn’t.

The duo enters the store and immediately upon entering one could observe that this was not a store people went into very often, unless one had some money to spend. Everything on the shelves and on display looked of the highest quality, and the price tags were enough to make most people have a heart attack. Upon entering, the four are greeted by a well dressed woman. She welcomes them all into the store and asks if they were looking for something specific. Anthony begins to mention that he’s looking for leather bags specifically designed for males. It’s around this time that Misaki bumps into the mannequin, nearly knocking it over. Anthony can’t help but laugh as his friend turns red in embarrassment.

❝ The bag is specifically for him actually, ❞ he flashes the woman a smile, who offers a smile of her own as she nods politely. The woman working at the store asks them all to follow her and eventually brings them all to a certain area where the desired items was being sold.

❝ Alright Misaki, ❞ Anthony turns his attention to the other, who had been following close to him the entire time, ❝ Pick whichever one you like the best. This is a present from me to you! ❞ Even though this whole day seemed to be one big present to the other.

        ❝  EHHH ? --N --- NO way ! You already bought me stuff already ! ❞  & not to mention that Anthony had already mentioned he would buy them dinner for tonight. ( ---- though he had NOTHING against splitting the bill either. ) and everything was so expensive in this store ---- how in the WORLD did people shop in this place was beyond him. Maybe someone trying to spend their life time pension or someone who was just paid after going over time at their new well paid job ---- OTHERWISE people were usually passing the store with heavy sighs. Many peered inside just for a moment but honestly, Misaki felt as though not to touch anything in fear it might leave fingerprint smears. 

          The other did so much for him, his stomach nearly doing summer salts once again ---- & had he known how to explain himself and how much he really didn’t need anything else, he would come right out and say that being with him today was ENOUGH to last a good couple weeks.  However,  Anthony and the person that was waiting for them decide was staring at them over her glasses. The nerve feeling made him sink directly into the tile floors. 

Honestly, the scarier the better. The more intimidating these two were in public, the less of a chance there was where someone would try something. Because of the male’s status, he has dealt with a lot – a lot that Misaki probably didn’t realize to be quite honest. Anthony has had his fair share of stalkers – obsessive fans who will go to great lengths just to get close to him, just to get their hands on him. These men did their job and they did it well – Anthony put his life and well-being into their hands, and it was clear that they would guard it with their lives.

❝ I understand, it must be kind of jarring for you to have someone watching over you like this, ❞ he smiles, leaning in close as Misaki whispered into his ear, ❝ I’ll be sure to thank them for you later, ❞ Anthony then leans in, cupping his hand and whispering into the other’s ear. He even places his other hand upon the male’s shoulder, letting his shopping bags slide down his arm just so he can lean in super close. Breath is hot on Misaki’s ear, and it is possible to hear the smile in the idol’s voice, how even words such as this were warm and inviting. Could it be that Anthony was doing this on purpose for a reaction?      Possibly.

The male takes a couple steps and parts from the other, only to resume their normal walking position yet again. He quickly glances behind him once more and sees the two men following behind, only to give them a smile and a thumbs up. The one with the eye-patch cracks a smirk and gives a thumbs up back, while the other just gives a mere nod of the head.

❝ Did you want to head into this store real quick, Misaki? ❞ The man inquires, nodding to the one in the distance, he’s had his eye on it for a little bit now, ❝ After we go in there I promise we can get some food or something, I know you must be starving! ❞

              ❝ I don’t mind what we do ! ( --- as long as I am with you, I think I’ll be fine with just about anything. )  ❞          With a subtle nod, he followed the other inside the particular store while swaying the bag he had left to write between his fingers.  NOTHING seemed to be bothering him lately as it would when he was usually out this late with friends. It was like all the worry he had before worn away & left somewhere.  The feeling of peace and ease was left and he couldn’t describe this feeling all TOO well, but he knew damn well he appreciated everything that Anthony had done for him so far. ( --- even going as far as to buying the goodies in the bag he had with him currently. In spite of having the money to buy his own things, Anthony had insisted that he DIDN’T have to pay a penny today. While he wasn’t too much use to having others buy things for him ---- he didn’t know how to properly thank him. So he stayed silent, attempting to think of something while walking through the store, staying close behind. )

                 The stares & unwanted attention wasn’t really the problem today --- but the fact that he felt although he didn’t DESERVE such attention or such a wonderful person who seemed like he would do anything for him. Unable to think of a way to explain to others that things like this just HAPPENED and no on purpose.  Like he had to explain to strangers that they were just friends hanging out, having a good time ----- but somewhere in his chest, the word FRIEND didn’t really suit well. Thinking of that little tad bit of information made him violently shaking his head.

Even everyday activities such as this proved to be difficult for the idol, all he wanted to do was replenish the contents of his refrigerator, but it seems as that was too much to ask. Patience wearing thin, he wears his smile proud and bright, acting as kind as possible to the people that seemed to be following him throughout the store. Jeez… the time he needed Maruicio and Chris the most and they’re nowhere to be found.

The words spoken by an annoyed individual ring loud and clear, and while the boy wants to protest that it isn’t his fault, he can’t really do so.

❝ Ah, I’m really sorry about this, ❞ he apologizes, bowing his head just a tad before redirecting his attention to the crowd behind him, ❝ If you all could just please wait outside the store until I’m done, then I will be happy to sign anything and takes as many pictures as you all desire, ❞ he clasps his hands together and tries to be as polite as possible — he can’t really have a sour attitude unless he wanted a serious chat with management, luckily that’s all it took before the people slowly started leaving, one by one.

❝ … Finally, ❞ he breathes, giving a sigh of relief before turning around, ❝ Again, I’m really sorry about that. ❞

           Foreigners, idols included --- think they could do just about ANYTHING and enjoyed the extra attention they drew toward themselves.  He wasn’t very found of mostly anything ----- but especially those who believed they were better than everyone else. Shinobu felt like he was probably being too judgmental & not to mention too angry at someone who was just trying to get by. He hadn’t the SLIGHTEST as to who he was but there was no use asking ( --- despite being overly curious on the matter. )   ❝ …  Mmm, It’s fine. ❞   the boy muttered, making way to the cabbages, lifting them up in attempt to weigh them, seeing which one would be better for tonight’s attempt at the same dish he has been making for days.  Stopping at NOTHING until he perfected it.