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“On the count of three!” The singer cheers, the crowd moving in applause, as a different mixture of glowsticks is shown around the large hall that they were performing on. The crowd cheers, but Akutagawa’s gaze is fixated on the bubbly singer’s personality. Their silvery hair almost glimmers underneath the stage lights, their eyes a purple-gold combination of what can only be seen as stars as they shine so brightly under the lights. Their cheeks are painted a rosy red, but they can’t stop smiling as they dance around the stage, happier than they can be.
“They’re pretty, eh?” Gin nudges Akutagawa, who only gulps and nods slowly, refusing to take his eyes off the bubbly individual who owned the stage like it was nobody else’s. His palms are sweaty, as his heart thumps in tune with the song currently blasting from the speakers.
He hadn’t asked to be here.
Gin had been obsessed with the singer known as Byakko, the internet sensation who had become viral overnight after posting a cover of Chuuya’s song. She constantly talked about them, her eyes sparkling with admiration as a smile spread over her lips. She always bought their merch, going as far as to buying a physical copy of all of their albums. Her fan account on Twitter was certainly popular too, as she was always reporting on Byakko’s activity in their day-to-day life.
Akutagawa had been confused with such an obsession over a singer. All they did was - well, sing - what made them so different from the rest of the singers? When Gin tried to explain why she was so fond of Byakko’s music, Akutagawa simply shook his head, saying, “I don’t need to hear it”. Gin shrugged her shoulders, saying to suit himself before blasting their newest album, ‘Moonlight’ on repeat as their vocals rang throughout the house.
Akutagawa can’t stand their vocals. At first, he hadn’t minded, but as Gin was steadily becoming more obsessive over Byakko, the one song that occasionally plays on their stereo turned to two, then three - then before he knew it, all the songs that were being played were by Byakko.
He hates their high-pitched voice, the way they always somehow managed to appear everywhere he went - they were a disease that Akutagawa wanted to get rid of. In his house, outside in the streets of Yokohama, hell, even on the outskirts of his street - somehow, Byakko had made such an appearance into his life before he even knew it.
But now, as he stares at the Byakko he so dearly loathes, he can’t tear his eyes off Byakko.
Their enchanting vocals lull him into a trance, so that everything and everyone but them were blurred, out of his sight. Of course, he knew that anything between a mere civilian and a celebrity was not possible. It would clash too much, and he had seen how they had played out. Insults at the celebrity, at the mere civilian were lashed out on silver platters, unable to do anything but accept them.
If they fought back, they became worse. Selfish , they uttered. Worthless, whore, slut .
Byakko danced around the stage, before Akutagawa heard the song slow to a stop. Gin squealed in excitement. “Ryuu, Ryuu- this is where they ask someone from the crowd to come on stage!” Akutagawa blinked at her sister in disbelief. Byakko would definitely not be able to see Akutagawa. He practically blended in with the dark, with his cotton black turtleneck and his even darker hair. The only prominent trait was the tips of white at the ends of his hair. Even then - there was still no way that Byakko would ever see him. He was surrounded by masses of people; not to mention he was at the back of the crowd.
He didn’t even have light sticks to wave around, for Pete’s sake!
“You!” Byakko speaks into their mic, pointing at…
At Akutagawa?
Akutagawa points to himself in disbelief. How did Byakko manage to spot him - out of all people - him ?
“Yes, you! With the black turtleneck and white tips. Don’t think I can’t see you! I’ve practically been eyeing you all night.”
Akutagawa chokes up, as Gin squeals. “Oh my god, Ryuu! They’re calling you! What are you waiting for ?!” A grin hugs her cheeks, as she bounces on her toes. “Go!” she exclaims, before pushing him onto the steps.
Eyeing me… all night ?
Akutagawa squints his eyes as a spotlight suddenly shines onto him. Hesitantly walking down the steps, Byakko sighs into their microphone as they hop towards the staircase. “Do I have to come there and drag you onto the stage?” they quip, grinning innocently. Akutagawa stops in his tracks, a red flush slowly creeping up on his cheeks.
He wills his feet to move , but he is so entranced by the other’s appearance, that his will to walk disappears completely. Byakko scoffs light-heartedly, before coming towards the steps, towards him .
Uh oh.
They giggle, before reaching Akutagawa and lacing Akutagawa’s hand in theirs and dragging him onto the stage, Akutagawa feeling Byakko’s silky smooth fingers enclosed in his own. “My gosh, someone’s a little out of it today! You didn’t even bring light sticks like everyone else.” they smile, their eyes glittering underneath the spotlight.
“U-Uh, yeah…” Akutagawa chokes out. “I was brought here by my sister,” he adds, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t every day that Byakko somehow managed to notice you by chance, despite hiding in the dark, clad in black, with not even light sticks to show his appreciation.
“Oh?” Byakko asks, suddenly bouncy on their toes again. “Your sister?”
“Yes,” he coughs, rigid as he continues speaking. “She’s been extremely obsessed with you. She even has a fan account of you on Twitter. She really likes your music, and, well, I was kind of forced here for her birthday. But… she’s my sister, so I don’t really mind.”
Byakko’s eyes soften, and he can hear the audience say an audible “Aww!” as he tuts to himself, flustering. When he looks back at Byakko, however, a smile is etched onto their face, and he has to cough again to try not to let the red spread onto his cheeks.
Were celebrities always this pretty?
“Well, to- uh-” Byakko tries to exclaim, looking at Akutagawa as a silent question for his name.
“A-Akutagawa.” Akutagawa stammers out. Byakko smiles once again, and Akutagawa has to try to not let the butterflies in his stomach intensify. He had never found someone so attractive before… but Byakko was the first.
“Akutagawa! That’s a pretty name,” they say, innocently, but with an edge of genuinity. Akutagawa mutters out a thank you, not wanting to face Byakko in case he accidentally does decide to faint right there and then.
Keep it together, Akutagawa. They’re just a singer. That’s all there is to it. They look pretty because of the makeup.
He knows he’s doomed when even he doesn’t buy into his lies. He knows Byakko is wearing makeup by the gleam of sparkles that are carefully dusted onto their eyelids and their too cherry red lip gloss that is carefully swept onto their lips. Even then… Akutagawa thinks that underneath their makeup, Byakko would look naturally pretty.
It’s just a hunch. Nothing more .
“Alright, then, to Akutagawa’s sister- happy birthday! I’m not really sure if it’s passed, but I hope you had a great day and are having a great time at my concert!” Byakko then turns to Akutagawa, who is trying to revel in the amount of people that are actually staring at the two.
His heart leaps in his chest, as a twisted nervousness shoots up his body.
“There’s a lot of people here tonight, haha! Now, what song do you want to dance to?” Byakko asks, and Akutagawa stares at him incredulously.
He had never agreed to dancing !
“D-Dance…?” he stammers out, to which Byakko nods.
“It’s the tradition for everyone who comes up on stage! Now, c’mon, pick a song; you must at least know one from the amount of songs your sister must have sung!”
Akutagawa thinks of the many songs that Gin had been singing previously in their house. It wasn’t large in the slightest; only a kitchen, a bathroom, a lounge area and a bedroom that they shared. The many posters of Byakko that were on her wall, the stacks of plushies and albums that were scattered all along her side of the room come to mind when he thinks of Gin.
Then he remembers the song that she had recently been blaring out on repeat all over the house. She sang in the shower, blasted it in their room, hummed it out when they were out in public - it was almost impossible not to remember the familiar tune.
“Can… can we dance to… the song… ‘i like you’ ?...” he murmurs, but Byakko didn’t pick up on it.
“You’ll need to speak up louder, Akutagawa.” Byakko said, a hint of endearment in their voice.
“I like you. The song, I mean. I-”
“It’s okay,” Byakko chuckles. “I know what you mean. Okay, let’s hit it! I like you with our awaited guest, Akutagawa!” they cheer, and the crowd cheers with joy. The song comes on, the familiar notes that Gin was humming days prior now ringing in his ears. He stiffens with nervousness, until Byakko takes his hand in his own, interlocking their fingers.
“ You can stay part-time if we talk about it ,” they sing, and the vocals are smooth like drips of honey on a slice of honeycomb. Shivers run down Akutagawa’s spine, as their dancing brings Akutagawa closer to the singer’s face, their honey-stained lavender eyes staring into Akutagawa’s. A flash of emotion crosses over their face as their grip on Akutagawa’s hand tightens.
He doesn’t mind.
They bring the microphone closer so that it’s between both Akutagawa and Byakko, as Byakko motions him to sing.
Sing?
Akutagawa’s never been one for singing; then again, he had never been one for the performing arts. But somehow, something tells him inside to try it out. He looks towards Gin, who is ecstatically waving her light sticks around in the crowd. He feels a small smile etch onto his face, before he continues the lyrics that Byakko had unconsciously urged him to sing. The chorus comes up, and Byakko looks at him, smiling in encouragement.
He takes a deep breath, and sings.
“ I tried my best to block you out,” he sings, voice low and raspy; but by some miracle, everyone starts cheering. His eyes flicker up to meet Byakko’s, as Byakko smiles. Their eyes twinkle, almost as if to say, The crowd likes you .
Akutagawa feels a surge of confidence course through his chest. Maybe… maybe, he can do it.
“I can’t deny I like you now,” he sings again, in tune with the lyrics. Byakko suddenly starts dancing, though they are still as close as before - and for a second, Akutagawa can only see Byakko as his world - as they dance around giddily on the stage. Byakko’s hand is still interlaced with his, a comforting feeling to ease his nerves that are jittering in his heart.
“I tried my best to block you out,” they sing in unison, and the crowd goes wild . Cheers and whoops can be heard from every direction, as lightsticks buzz in excitement to the song’s tone - which is entirely different from the energy that the audience exerts - as the two dance on the stage.
Akutagawa feels almost as if he was born for this moment; to be a part of this show, to be in tune with Byakko on this stage, dancing around like there was no tomorrow - as an efflux of warmth spreads throughout his chest. He surprisingly likes being on this stage; not because of the amount of eyes that are on him at this moment, but because of the cheery singer next to him, who makes scenes out of romance novels put to shame. He relishes this moment, as he may never experience it again.
“I can’t deny I like you now,” they sing again in unison, as Byakko has the confidence to dip Akutagawa down and then pull him back up. He tries to not let his emotions get the better of him, as his breath hitches and his heart stutters.
This happens with everybody. It’s okay. Don’t overthink it.
Akutagawa had never watched a concert of Byakko’s before, but he had to only assume that Byakko was like this with everyone. There was no other reason to be overly touchy with Akutagawa; though he was hyper-sensitive to Byakko’s movements, that was just him being wary, right? He hadn't actually developed anything for Byakko - this was just in the moment and it would stay in the moment. Even if by some miraculous chance they ended up liking each other, it wouldn't end well.
The gap was just simply too large to be overlooked.
“Tell me what you wanna say,” Byakko barely whispers, the microphone still managing to receive their vocals regardless. Akutagawa flushes, the pink creeping up his neck. It was almost as if Byakko was trying to send a message to him through this song- no, he shouldn't be so irrational about Byakko.
They did say they had been eyeing you the entire night , a whisper gently floats into his brain, reminding him of the cheery singer in front of him. He gulps, before continuing on the lyrics.
Whatever Byakko is doing doesn’t mean anything . They're just doing their job, so you should do yours too.
“Don't it feel much better, babe,” Akutagawa sings softly, and Byakko dares to lean closer , their faces inches apart. Doesn't this person realise that they are in front of an audience ?! Akutagawa tries to not let himself get lost in those eyes of theirs- those glossy sunset eyes that twinkle underneath the stage lights.
The harsh white light suddenly switches off, and is replaced with a subtle red light that shines onto them. The crowd is ballistic at this point, but Akutagawa tunes it out in favour of Byakko. God, what must Gin be thinking?
“You've been stuck inside my brain,” Byakko sings back, their voice laced with a hint of desperation. Their hand squeezes Akutagawa’s, as Akutagawa slowly brings his hand to Byakko’s waist. Byakko smiles, before allowing his hand to cup their waist. Their skin is smooth to the touch, the beads sewn underneath on their sparkly blue undergarments reflecting a scarlet red onto Akutagawa’s hand.
His heart thumps. Exactly how many people had been allowed to be this close in proximity? Exactly how many people had Byakko allowed to be this close to them?
Akutagawa confidently pulls Byakko against his chest, so that Byakko’s hand is squashed against his own. The microphone is in between the two’s chests, but Akutagawa could care less at that point.
Byakko leans into Akutagawa’s ear, and for once, their voice is not recorded by the microphone.
“I like you, Akutagawa,” they breathe into his ear, and he stills, almost dropping to the floor. Their voice was so nice - a mixture of caramel and honey, almost. “Talk to me, behind the stage.” they wink, before lifting themselves off of his chest.
They hand the microphone over to Akutagawa, who finishes off the verse.
“Holding on for better days,”
They exchange glances as they begin to dance around the stage, less giddily than before, Byakko’s outfit glittering underneath the vermillion lighting. Akutagawa didn't know if it was the lighting, or if it was just Byakko in general, but at this moment, their eyes look alluring, drawing Akutagawa in, finding him more hopelessly attached than he had hoped to be.
Akutagawa was hopeless. One dance with Byakko, and the feelings had already started to stir up. He didn't even know his name , for Pete’s sake!
As they sang the chorus in unison again, Akutagawa couldn't take his eyes off Byakko. He didn't even care about the crowd anymore; his nerves had initially dissipated as soon as he went onto the stage and danced with Byakko.
Their eyes lock as they sing the final lyric.
“I can't deny I like you now.”
The song comes to a close, as the lights turn back to the stark white that Akutagawa was originally used to. He was still holding onto Byakko’s hand, and he had no intention of letting go. Byakko didn't let go, either, which brought him ease.
“Thank you to all my fans for attending! I am extremely grateful to have you here with me today to witness my performance.” they trill, turning to Akutagawa. “And thank you, Akutagawa, for being brave enough to come onto the stage with me today- even if I did have to drag you a little.”
Akutagawa smiles slightly, which in turn makes the singer’s smile tug at their cheeks. The show eventually comes to a close, as everyone eventually files out of the room.
Byakko hands the microphone over to one of the assistants, before dragging Akutagawa over to the backstage. Akutagawa catches a glimpse of Gin, who is cheering and whooping. The tips of his ears turn red, as he lets himself get dragged backstage.
“Thank you for tonight, Byakko.” Akutagawa nods, as a sign of respect. Byakko simply laughs it off.
“Do you not know my name?” they ask, to which Akutagawa shakes his head.
“I thought it was one of your biggest secrets. My little sister keeps theorising on the possible names that you could be associated with.”
“ Theorising? Now, I've got to hear this. Exactly what names has she thought of for me?”
“Uh…” Akutagawa is deep in thought, before a ghost of a smile traces upon his lips. “I remember she was adamant that your name was…” he let out a laugh. It's hard to be serious when the imagery of Gin storming around their room, announcing that your name is something only a toddler could truly think of is swarming Akutagawa’s mind.
“What is it? Don't keep me waiting.” Byakko asks, on their toes again.
“...Jinko.”
“J- Jinko?! ” Byakko sputters out, before falling into a laugh. “Never would I have thought that an insult would be my name!” they say in between gasps of air as they laugh hysterically. Akutagawa can't help but laugh along with Byakko, a genuine smile on his face as they stand there laughing for what seems like forever.
“Gin is… crazy like that.” Akutagawa smiles fondly. “She's the reason I'm here in the first place.”
“Well, I'm glad you're here, Akutagawa. You can't deny the chemistry that was churning between us earlier, right?” Byakko smirks, stepping closer to Akutagawa as his heart leaps in his chest. Byakko’s hand slides under Akutagawa’s chin, lifting up his head slightly.
“U-Uh, yeah…” Akutagawa stammers. “Why were you interested in me, though? I was blending in.”
“You have such a poor memory, Akutagawa.” Byakko pouts, leaning in so closely that Akutagawa can feel Byakko’s hot breath against his face. “I told you, I've been eyeing you… all night .” Akutagawa’s eyes flicker down to Byakko’s glossy, cherry red lips. They look so soft - Akutagawa desperately wants to claim them, to feel the soft texture against his own, to taste the artificial cherry along his tongue - but he continues staring, in case Byakko didn't want it, and only wanted to tease him.
“What are you staring at, Aku?” Byakko trills softly, and the way his name rolls off Byakko’s tongue so smoothly sends shivers down his spine. “Stop staring, and kiss me already. What are-”
As soon as Akutagawa hears the confirmation that Byakko also wants this, he sweeps in to claim those soft, cherry red lips as his. Byakko’s lips are so soft, so gentle, so them . Akutagawa almost melts into the kiss, his hand gently cupping Byakko’s cheek as he threads his fingers through their hair. The taste of Byakko was truly addicting; one sample had already sent Akutagawa off the edge.
He wanted more. He wanted to see Byakko more than once, he wanted Byakko so badly , it hurt. It was entirely Byakko’s choice though, whether Akutagawa was to be let into his life or not. That was never up to him.
“More,” Byakko whines into Akutagawa’s mouth, and oh god- who had taught him to make sounds like that? Akutagawa swipes the bottom of Byakko’s lip, granting him access as Akutagawa slips in. The scent of cherry flavoured lip gloss overwhelms his senses, as he gently traces the Adam’s apple of Byakko’s throat with his thumb.
Byakko’s breath hitches, and Akutagawa slowly bites on his bottom lip, lightly dragging it across with his canines. Byakko whines again, and Akutagawa pulls apart from the kiss, lips swollen and his face flushed. He has a sudden urge to chase after Byakko’s lips, but stays put as Byakko slips his phone out of Akutagawa’s pocket. He's about to protest, but then Byakko hands the phone back to him.
“I must go now; I've got matters to take care of. I gave you my personal number, though. I'd like to keep in touch with you.” Byakko winks, as they're about to slink back towards their company. Akutagawa grabs onto their wrist before they can fully slip away, though.
“Wait,” he says as he grabs onto their wrist. “My name… It's Ryuunosuke. Not Akutagawa.”
Byakko is stunned as they turn back around, before flashing a small, genuine smile.
“Okay then, Ryuunosuke. See you later.”
-
Gin pesters Akutagawa about whatever happened backstage, but Akutagawa doesn't have the heart to argue back, nor does he want to tell Gin about what happened backstage. He knows if he does, he’ll only get interrogated, so he stays quiet.
“R-yuu! What happened back there? You cannot tell me you stood there awkwardly for twenty minutes.” she huffs, as Akutagawa stays silent.
“Nothing happened.”
“Nothing?! Not even a mutual follow on one of your social medias, or something-?”
“Gin, I don't use social media.”
“Still!”
Akutagawa sighs. He wishes he could check his phone already, to text Byakko about how annoying Gin was for continuing to pester him about what had happened backstage. Unfortunately, he is on his way home with Gin.
Gin continues pestering him about Byakko; after all, he was the one that went backstage, not Gin. “C’mon, Ryuu! Please? Just one little crumb. I promise I’ll make you tea and figs… just the way you want it.”
“You’ll pester me non-stop if I tell you ‘one little crumb’. Nothing happened; leave me alone.”
“So something happened! You wouldn’t have said that if nothing actually happened.” Gin grins, excited that she somehow managed to pull out information from Akutagawa. “What happened? What happened?”
“Gin, not now. We’re in public.” Akutagawa mutters, leaning his head against the seat of the train. “People will hear us.”
“But- But, Byakko -” Gin whines, and Akutagawa has to hold himself back from strangling Gin. He loved her, he really did- but she could be such a pain in the ass sometimes.
“Gin, shut up. I told you, later .” Akutagawa sighs, as Gin rolls her eyes before putting on the song ‘i like you’ and inserting earbuds into her ears as she hums out the lyrics again. Akutagawa gulps, pretends that the lyrics have had no effect on him whatsoever, before settling into his seat.
He lets his head droop onto Gin’s shoulder, as sleep claims him before Gin can.
-
“Psst, wake up.” he hears, as he turns to the side of his… mattress? Slowly fluttering his eyes open, he faces Gin. Tea is in front of him, with a side of figs carefully put on the side. He slightly smiles. Gin kept her promise. Gin must have carried him all the way home, and a smidgen of sympathy rumbles in his chest.
“Hnng…” he whines, as she forces him up. “Gin?” he whispers as he tries to gain sight of where he is. He’s in their room - he can see that much.
“I made tea and cut figs for you,” she smiles. Akutagawa thanks her, before picking up the tea and sipping on it.
“Now, tell me what happened.” she grins. “I can tell a lot more happened than nothing. The audience could all see it, too. The way you guys danced - it’s unlike any other guest Byakko’s had on stage.”
Akutagawa flushes, gulping.
Fuck . Do I have to really… Tell her?
“W-what do you mean…?” he tries to say nonchalantly, but the slight flush exposes him. “I thought they were like that with everyone.”
“You dumbass!” Gin laughs. “Look at their show before ours. They had a guest on stage… but look how they danced.” She plays the video on her phone, and Akutagawa leans down to watch.
Byakko and the guest fan are barely near each other, keeping a safe distance between them. Barely do they make contact, let alone share a microphone. The guest fan never sings, but only dances with Byakko. Byakko never whispers into their ear like they had with Akutagawa, nor do they ever let the other one touch them so… sensually.
Akutagawa gulps.
Was I special…?
“See how they don’t touch, at all? ” Gin quips, motioning to the distance between the two. “You two, however…” she says, sliding her eyes towards Akutagawa. “You guys were closer than ever .”
Akutagawa flushes slightly, before shakily taking another sip of his tea.
“A-and..?” he excuses, but the evident red tinting his ears says otherwise.
“ And , that means, my brother and Byakko had something going on- to the point where you got invited backstage .” Gin states, a smug grin on her face. “So, fill in the gaps, Ryuu. What happened ?”
Akutagawa had been caught. Of course. His sister knew him more well than he knew himself , as she pulled out the video that had gone viral overnight. She showed him the video she had recorded and posted onto Twitter, which had sparked new hashtags.
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“Gin, why did you record that?!” he groans, cringing as he curls up into a ball.
“Why not?” she shrugs, as Akutagawa takes another sip of his tea. “I was going to record it regardless; the fact that it was you made it more interesting.” she hums to herself. “Now, tell me, tell me!”
“What if you just post it onto Twitter?”
“You think I would really do that?”
“Gin, you posted me and Byakko dancing like… that - onto Twitter of all places! Who knows what else you’ll post about me?”
“Ryuu,” she says in a soft voice, “I promise I won’t post anything more about you on Twitter without your explicit permission.” and that lets Akutagawa sigh, slumping his shoulders. He always had a soft spot for Gin, anyway.
“Okay, fine,” he sighs, taking a bite out of a sliced fig. “What do you want to know about?”
“ Everything .” she replies, a wide grin on her face. “Down to the nastiest detail.”
Akutagawa gulps, nervously biting the inside of his lip. Swallowing his fig, he starts.
“They took me backstage and we started talking. I mentioned how you had tried to figure out their name, and mentioned the ridiculous name you came up with.” he starts, to which Gin flares up. She stiffens, turning red.
“Ryuu!” she whines, to which Akutagawa lets out a small smile. “Why did you say that?”
“It was funny,” he nonchalantly says, batting his hand in dismissal. “Now, do you want more or not?”
“No, no! Continue, please.”
“They then…” Akutagawa pauses, the events still fresh in his mind. “They then mentioned the amount of… chemistry we had between us.” Red returns on his cheeks, as Gin cooes.
“That’s so cute , Ryuu!”
“After that, then they… no, I … I kissed them-”
“WHAT?!” Gin spluttered out, grabbing Akutagawa’s cheeks. “Excuse me, but what?! You guys- kissed ?!”
“Y-yes,” he flushes, averting her gaze. “We kissed.”
“Ryuu! What the actual fuck ?! My brother kissed my singer… what the fuck?! The hell?! You can kiss people ?!”
“W-Why is it so surprising?!” Akutagawa stammers out, trying not to look straight into Gin’s gaze.
“You fucking bitch, look at me -” she shouts, shaking him. “You. You, and the singer I’ve been obsessed over for the past year - kissed! K-I-S-S-”
“Yes! We kissed, okay?!” Akutagawa closes his eyes in embarrassment. He was starting to regret telling Gin; but she had so tirelessly pestered him, that he felt like if he didn’t, he was going to personally explode.
“I just… wow, Ryuu. I had no idea you had it in you.”
“It was more than just a kiss, to be honest,” he mumbles, but Gin picks up on it.
“Huh?!”
“We… honestly might have made out.”
“... Ryuu. ”
“I’m serious.”
“ God- what the fuck , Ryuu. You did all this, for someone you’ll never get in contact with again.”
“Actually, they gave me their number.”
“...What?”
“I’m not giving you their number, though.”
“ They gave you their number ?!”
“Yes, Gin. They’re a normal person, too. They have a number.”
Gin is silent as she takes all this information in. “So… in the span of one night… you and Byakko kissed, which led to a makeout, and then they gave you their number ?!”
“Yes,” he sighs, fed up. “That’s what happened.”
Gin is left to mull over the events as they process through her head, staring at Akutagawa in disbelief. “I genuinely can’t believe it… does this mean Byakko will come over to our house sometime?!”
“Don’t think too far ahead, Gin. We haven’t spoken since that night.”
“But you can , right? You have his number for a reason.” Gin asks, urging him to check his phone. “C’mon, Ryuu. Go text him.”
Akutagawa shakes his head, before checking his phone. Scrolling down to check his new contact, he is in surprise to see one new contact added at the very top of his phone. He smiles to himself.
Atsushi Nakajima, huh?