Riko was so excited that she could barely stay in her sit. After weeks of convincing him, Riko finally managed to get Akashi to get tickets to a concert for her favorite band: Setting Stars. Akashi thought concerts were absurd. Teenagers everywhere, screaming, yelling and all sweaty and hot; an environment he didn't want to be in. Not to mention the super loud music that could blow his eardrums out. "Akashi-kun! Come on! Let's go! This is one of the only times they're touring here we gotta go see them! Don't you wanna make me happy?" Riko gave him a pair of puppy dog eyes. Akashi only raised a red eyebrow at her. "Ugh! You're the worst! How could you be so perfect at anything and not be able to make me happy," Riko pouted, crossing her arms and looking away. She made sure to hide her smirk from him. This irritated Akashi, and that's what Riko was going for. He sighed. "How much are the tickets to that thing," he mumbled, pulling out his phone. Riko smiled brightly at him. "Arigatou, Akashi-kun," Riko pecked him on the cheek. Now the night has arrived. Riko wore her favorite Setting Stars shirt, her ripped shorts and tennis shoes with bracelets up and down her wrists. She was sitting in the limousine with Akashi as their chauffeur drove them towards the arena, where the enormous crowd of screaming girls was leaking out of the doors and onto the street. "Th-that's the concert?!" Akashi stammered. Riko's eyes grew stars. The chauffeur pulled up to the curb where Riko raced out, clenching Akashi's hand behind her. She pushed through the crowd of girls, making her way to the VIP line. Akashi was grunting and complaining as she dragged him through. "Akashi-kun! You didn't even wear proper clothing!" Riko complained. Akashi was wearing a long sleeve collared shirt with dress pants and shoes. He was in for a very hot night. "I was. . .not prepared for this kind of night." he defended himself. Somehow, Akashi was able to buy VIP tickets for the two of them. He was so close to buying one just for Riko, but she insisted that he get one for himself as well. So he did. The line began to move and Riko jumped in excitement. "We're going in! We're going in!" she squealed. Akashi rolled his eyes. The line moved in and Riko nearly fainted when she saw the band standing before her. She was almost in tears when she hugged each member and took what Akashi thought was several thousand pictures with them. After the band left to prepare for the concert, Riko's grin was glued to her face and she couldn't wipe it off. "Akashi-kun that was amazing! You only took one picture! How boring!" Akashi grunted. He wasn't having the best time. They moved to their seats and the concert began. Riko hardly sat down, standing up and screaming her head off the whole time. Akashi has already broken into a sweat and he wasn't having it. He started off by rolling up his sleeves, buttoning them back. Then he untucked his shirt and tried fanning some air underneath his shirt. "Akashi-kun?!" Riko yelled over the loud music. She looked over at him. His shirt was half off. Riko noticed other girls beginning to steal glances at him. The more fabric that began to come off him, the more girls began to notice. Riko wasn't gonna allow this. Akashi wouldn't even be the type to remove his clothing out in public! One girl began to move towards him but Riko got there before she did. She sat on his lap, facing him. She planted her mouth on his and began to kiss him. All girls immediately turned away. After a few seconds, she let go and Akashi looked at her in surprise. "You mean I paid this much just for you to kiss me like that?" he asked her. "Oh shut up," Riko continued to kiss him. The concert went on in the background, but Riko became more entertained in the concert going on between her and her red haired boyfriend. The very last song came on and Riko got off him, wanting to watch the band play. Akashi was quite disappointed she stopped, but allowed her to enjoy the last moment there. However, once they got home, Akashi made sure she didn't stop just like she did at the concert.
