there was no doubt that the other was gorgeous – especially for a street rat. gorgeous in a manly way, but he wouldn’t say that aloud. it would bring the man way too much glee to hear the words from the redhead’s mouth. he had a bad habit of becoming way too much confident when it came to his appearance … with good reason, he supposed. 

    pressing his lips to yuuto’s earlobe, he then sensually whispered into his  ear. “give me the orange beeeeeena.” of course, he was expecting his favorite soda out of all of this !! you couldn’t mention the drink without offering him some in return. suddenly, it wasn’t about showing affection, it would about earning him a treat.

Smirking at the other while he looked at him sideways, he could not help but chuckle in the back of his throat, letting him nibble and whisper close to his ear all the wanted. Sure, it was hot and all, but Yuuto knew better than to fall for these measly acts. If anything, he was certain that in this duo, he was the cat while the redhead was most definitely the mouse...

“Whew... that’s a mouthful, Issa.” The black-haired male snickered, moving to look at him as he cupped his chin in a manner to lift his head and make him look at his face. The sardonic expression that bore his face wouldn’t cease that easily. “No, no, no... I said, it’s a reward. You haven’t earned it yet. Maybe if you pucker up and kiss me a little more, we may have a deal. Mhmm... so, is that a ‘yes’? Deal or no deal?”

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Eh? Am I that irresistible to you, Issa~?” 

Cooing sweetly as he even went as far as to tend his head towards the smaller, almost inviting him for more smooches to his cheek, shamelessly so. Yuuto only got flustered over certain things, but in situations like these he was absolutely cocky.

It was not like Sugimoto to just approach people like that; as an older brother, he had, no, he felt the responsibility to be a pillar for others and support them any way possible. Despite his younger brother being (according to others) so much more capable than Terufumi, he was attempting to ignore it as much as he could, keeping up his act of being careless and somewhat silly, simply to not have anyone worry.

But the act could only root this deep, and there were times when he wished he could have a pillar in someone else for once. Surely, that someone could’ve been Imaizumi... but he also looked up too much to him as to mention certain things and look... like a weirdo. Instead, he guessed, he’d talk to the man most similar to that situation: Kaburagi. After all, him and Danchiku were a dream-team of some sorts, something like Aoyagi and Teshima... yet one of them was unable to make the cut -- and he felt selfish, so selfish. Perhaps, he would’ve been better off asking Ryuuhou... but what’s done is done. 

“How... how were you and Danchiku dealing with... not riding on the same team...?” 

It was pretty forward while he was sitting there by the man’s futon, thankful enough that nobody else was awake. Or so he hoped. 

“Like, you know... I guess, Danchiku was pretty bummed out, eh? A-And you, of course, too! Surely, it wasn’t a walk in the park... r-right?” 

@kxburagi

“You must be mistaken... I don’t know any Danchiku...”

How weird was that? This airhead was approaching him in the middle of the night, in the middle of the street; pointing wildly at his leather jacket and talking about some ‘Danchiku’ and whether or not they were in the same ‘gang’. Hajime wasn’t sure if that guy was some kind of delivery man who wanted to exchange drugs for money (for what the Mad Wonderland crew was known-for, after all, that’s why Junta picked the Alice in Wonderland theme for his gang, to make it obnoxiously known that they were dealing more than any other gang would), but it was not his task tonight, and certainly not under some weird code-name as Danchiku... Arisu was his frequently used name after all. One had to keep with the theme...

Though, when he wanted to leave the spot, that ginger just kept on chasing him, walking beside him even ---- what in the world was wrong with that guy?! 

@kxburagi

"What did you just call me?” 

Despite his scary attire, the angry looks on his face, the leather jacket that said HORNET POISON, though he decorated his own with images of red-eyed bulls seemingly suffering from rabies, it was not his way of disrespecting Yuuto as his boss, but more so embracing the man’s words of individuality. Anyone around them would rather avoid the man than speak up to him -- but this small loudmouth with obnoxious tangerine-hair just had the guts to voice his innermost and deepest thought as if anyone cared for them, as if they were in any way, shape or form smart. 

P i g.

That’s what he heard that twink say. 

P   I   G. 

He wasn’t even sure what caused the other to insult him in such a manner, they were just standing in line to a fast-food chain-restaurant, he was dying to get his daily amount of carbs after working out for hours... and then there was that high-metabolism stick-figure who thought it was appropriate to talk like this to someone older?! That was certainly a middle schooler, right?! Unreal...!

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIG, ORANGE?! HAAAAAH???”

Doubashi loved to pick fights and such, but he would refrain from touching a middle schooler who was only out to get attention; he’d only fight people who were worth it, who were on his level of strength. That boy-girl-something was certainly not on the list. 

@kxburagi

Wearing a suit as a bodyguard sure was a struggle during hot days, mostly when it was so nerve-wrecking for him to see all these screaming fans trying to touch Orenji-chan. To him, he didn’t even see Orenji-chan ---- he saw Issa, a rather loud but cute girl who happened to be an idol. Danchiku rarely used her stagename unless it was required of him on the go, when strangers were hearing them, when staff was around other than the managers and producer. Those who had no idea of her real identity didn’t have to know, and he felt really happy to be one of the lucky ones who could be this close to her. Idols weren’t necessarily his thing ---- that is until he met Kaburagi Issa.

“Issa...” He wiped his face with the back of his hand, side-eyeing the small girl as they entered a building (thankfully, it had AC). “...you could’ve at least told me that this was informal...”

@kxburagi

It was one thing to watch your favourite idol on TV or listen to their music while on the train to college ---- but to actually stand in front of them (kind of), looking up to the stage as they performed live was a whole different thing, really. The screaming fans around him, the glowsticks being moved around according to the rhythm of the songs, cheering, yelling, singing along, it sure was wild. And the way that redheaded girl was smiling and singing, dancing and performing, it had Ryuu right there on the spot. She was absolutely stunning, not even in a creepy-”I-want-to-kidnap-her-and-make-her-my-girlfriend” way, but more so in a manner that he respected her deeply, looked up to her artistic traits and really wanted to see her succeed with her career. 

People kept cheering her name ‘ORENJI-CHAAAAN!!!’ even when she was finishing the act, walking off stage after thanking everyone, it was mesmerising. That’s when it hit Danchiku -- the show was over, it’s time to go home. That after-event-depression hit him harder and sooner than it should, really. Everyone kept mentioning that phenomenon, but Ryuu was under the impression that people just exaggerated and tried to be over-dramatic about it. And here he was -- actually feeling that gloomy feeling first-hand. It was so odd, the afterglow of this show simply rolling down into a rather sad and triste emotion. 

Though, as everyone was busy talking and making friends out there, Ryuu just observed the stage a little longer, noticing a small staircase that led towards the backstage. Backstage, huh. His heart was racing when he thought about it -- he knew, he could’ve gotten into trouble for thinking about this, or rather, acting out his thoughts -- but before he could tell himself to do the most reasonable thing, he climbed over the small railing that kept the fans from going to the stage and sneaked his way up the stairs. This was exciting him way too much -- perhaps he could find a way to pretend he was a VIP-guest, someone with backstage-tickets... or a rookie-roadie that nobody knew too well, so, nobody recalled his face. Surely, it would be easier for him, because he didn’t necessarily wear a fan-shirt, or anything to indicate he was a fan, after putting away the glowstick to his bag, nobody could tell. 

His heartbeat was throbbing against his throat, it was hard to breathe. Once he noticed roadies and other staff, he was hiding around a corner, behind some packages that were probably filled with water bottles and whatnot for the idols and anyone else who had to quench their thirst from the hard work. Moving quietly, almost as sneaky as a ninja would, he made it to a room, the door opened slightly and light beaming from inside -- could that be?!?!

As he approached the door and opened it lightly, he saw a glimpse of her -- Orenji-chan -- all he wanted was to ask her for a signature on some merch he brought with him, just to take a picture with her, it would be alright, wouldn’t it?! Of course, he wouldn’t hassle her if she was busy, or if she was changing, really, but thankfully, she just sat on a couch, probably talking to a manager or producer. Preparing himself mentally, he inhaled sharply, wanting to enter to room, though suddenly someone grabbed him under his armpits causing the guy to gasp in shock and accidentally open the door a little rougher than he intended to, struggling slightly for it was hard to breathe the way that (presumably) bodyguard groped him.  

“YOU NASTY PIG, SNEAKING AROUND HERE. I DON’T THINK YOU’VE GOT A BACKSTAGE PASS!!!!”