#watanagi

They're familiar with the rhythm of filming by now, they know their cue won't be called, likely not for the rest of the day, with the way this specific director has focused in on the main character, an older actress who keeps shooting Wataru warning glances, clearly disappointed by their lack of focus. 

Yuzuru next to them, cast in an equally minor role, similarly keeps shooting them pitying glances, though he seems much more aware of the actual cause of Wataru's distraction. When the scene ends and the director calls for another redo, he leans over to them. "Hibiki-sama, I doubt your absence would be noticed for another half hour at least." 

Not a dismissal, but an opening. Wataru nods, attempting to still the rush of butterflies and rise of heat to their cheeks. To be seen, they remind themself, means to be cared for. They slip away from the soundstage with a grateful nod to Yuzuru, unseen by the rest of the cast, making their way quickly to the building just next door. 

Truly, the difficulty is not in drawing the ire of the director, who seems to have little interest in Hibiki Wataru, and more in avoiding the attention of Saegusa Ibara, Vice-President of Cosmic Production, who would not be amused to see them sneak into the studio currently used to film Eden's newest music videos. Snake-san is, however, blessedly busy directing the director of Junkun-san's apparent solo section, which means the only people who notice Wataru slipping into the shadows of the studio building are Hiyori and Nagisa, who give an understanding nod and small smile respectively upon seeing them.

It's a well-practiced dance by now, Hiyori jumping to his feet to continue to distract Snake-san to let Wataru avoid any accusation of corporate espionage (as though they would leave such an action to anyone but Yuzuru, who seems to delight in bothering Snake-san more than anyone else) and Nagisa at least a few minutes to join Wataru in front of the building. 

"I thought you were working today," is the first thing Nagisa tells them, voice soft before leaning in to kiss Wataru on the cheek. 

Their lips are even softer than their tone, and Wataru finds themself unable to respond, turning to kiss Nagisa properly on the mouth. "I thought so were you, it appears both of us were met with a lull in work. How fortitous~ don't you think so too?" 

Nagisa nods, leaning forward until they are both pressed close to each other in an embrace. It's noon, the sunlight bright and warm enough to make a comforting combination with the rush of emotion Wataru still cannot help themself from whenever the two of them touch. Nagisa too, is warm, in the ways human bodies are warm, in the way love is warm, spreading out from the stomach into cheeks and fingertips. Unable to help themself, Wataru combs their fingers through Nagisa's long ponytail and it's slightly uneven curls and waves, adding their own little braid to it while Nagisa's gentle silence settles them, washes over them as a warm ocean. 

They're not talkative, not in moments like this, preferring to hold on kiss, to exploit a stolen moment like this, the few minutes of companionship before either Wataru's phone buzzes with a message from Yuzuru, or Ibara notices Nagisa's absence inside. Until then, the moment is theirs.