#idolfated

          The scenery of the café hadn’t changed since their last visit, other than a different in flowers to go along with the everchanging flow of the seasons, while still able to retain the same feeling Tenn had felt the first time he and Mitsuki paid a visit to it: calming and homely. Which is precisely why Tenn had offered to take his boyfriend out to the place, where hopefully, Mitsuki didn’t have to worry about anything else.

There’s no day when she didn’t think about Tamaki. How is he leading his life? Is he doing fine? Is he healthy? Her decision to become an idol is something that even her brother can’t make her to change her decision.

She stops moving as her eyes looked into the big screen in the middle of the street. A sigh escapes her lips,as she landed her gaze on the person who looks like her brother. 

She didn’t have the control over her legs. Before she knows it she is moving towards to the tall person. 

It’s either he’s stupid, or that sweets bait is working on him. He knows that he has sweet teeth to begin with, but to think that he is that CHEAP to come because of the cake bait. 

          Northmare had been a cold, winter land, the moment Yamato landed in it, but he’s quickly found that the people could be just as icy. The language was plenty different from what he’s used to, though he’s been practicing until it was at conversational level. The stand-in leader expected to be lost at times, but hopeful he’d find his boyfriend, but...instead after thinking he found someone that could help point him his way, found himself stuck in a room. The cold seeped below the crack of the door, and Yamato sat as far away from it as possible, making himself small in a corner and difficult to find, and he wondered how he managed to get into this kind of situation.

          There wasn’t much on him, he did that on purpose, other than the thick jacket he wore to combat the icy weather, which failed since he could feel every pinprick, and other than telling the stranger that he was looking for his friend, Nagi, there wasn’t anything else. Of course, Nagi and him were close lovers, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry since you never know if someone could be an idol fan, so...

          A harsh crack against the door made Yamato jump, hands curled tightly around each other in his attempt to keep them warm, stilled, holding his breath to calm his sudden racing heart. Quietly, Yamato stood up, leaning against the wall as he walked further away to create as much distance as possible from the thudding door. Whomever was outside of it now really wanted to enter the room, and Yamato would have to quickly prepare for whatever came afterwards.

          It’s with a final crack that the door slammed open, with several tall figures coming in quickly, robed in the fanciest material Yamato’s ever seen, but when one familiar face came in finally and they caught each other’s gaze, Yamato exhaled.

iori: ………no.

She couldn’t believe that she finally get her hands on the limited edition of the MEZZO” photobook! A good thing that she did well in her exams so that her mother agreed to help with the photobook.

“Waaah! I’m so HAPPY!” she takes the photobook with her, shoving it into her face so that she didn’t see where she was going. 

Until she accidentally  bumped into somebody.