Chapter Text
Title: Keep my secret hidden (or what you call fate)
Character(s): (fem)Sawamura Eijun, Miyuki Kazuya, etc.
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xvii. my forever entertainer
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Miyuki blocks his right ear with his forefinger, and forcefully smiles as he sings their newest hit song that made on the chart just the other day for Valentine’s Day.
He almost snorts in disbelief.
For the life of him, he cannot understand how this almost painfully predictable song can even be played on the street.
“And I sing for you baby…" sweats rolling down, he opens his eyes.
"I LOVE YOU KAZUYA-SAMA!" and the crowd goes wild.
"MARRY ME, YOUICHI-KUN!" and so on, mentioning every names of their band members. One girl jumps, almost knocking down those people in front of her, and shouts in obvious glee.
"HAVE MY BABIES!" Miyuki laughs. Yeah, right.
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He wishes this day to be over, but apparently the universe hates him, and the clock from behind him isn’t moving.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
He glares, and he almost throws his phone at the irritating piece of shit (whoever made this sorry excuse for a clock, he’d sue them—with a punishment of having imprisoned for a lifetime, dammit) but the voice of their manager stops him.
"And what do you think you’re doing, Miyuki?" Chris reprimands, tapping his foot lightly (resembling a mom who’s ready to yell, "Where have I failed in raising you?!" and cries for an Oscar Award), and lifts an eyebrow.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gives their manager an apologetic look, and sheepishly scratches his head in apparent embarrassment.
"I’m sorry, Chris-senpai. I’m just having a bad day," he shyly smiles when their manager only lifts an eyebrow, and urges for him to continue.
He shakes his head.
Standing up, he offers another apologetic smile.
"I’m sorry, senpai. I’ll just have a fresh air and come back before the concert, yeah? I’ll really appreciate it if you let me," he almost pleaded.
Chris looks at him. Chris closes his eyes, and sighs.
"All right, fine. You can go. But you need to be here an hour before the starting time. An hour before, understand?” Chris raises an eyebrow.
He grabs his disguise (a pair of glasses and a scarf), and salutes.
"Yes, sir."
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"I am so sorry," a girl he bumps into apologizes repeatedly. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly, he raises his hand to a stop.
"Shut it," he glares. The girl looks ready to cry, but Miyuki doesn’t care (usually he’s more apathetic and uncaring towards girls—although still has the ability to remain polite, but this day sucks so bad. He forgets the basic human peaceful interaction). He’s already having a bad day, and this girl—this clumsy girl just had the worst timing of spilling her coffee on his prized shirt.
And his watch stops from moving too. What the hell.
He closes his eyes, and opens them again.
"I don’t care if you’re sorry," he glares. "You ruined my shirt, and my watch stops moving. I left my phone, how the hell—never mind."
He closes their distance, and skids to a stop in front of her.
"How are you gonna pay me back, woman?"
A resounding harsh sound of skin clashing was heard, and the whole district came to a stop.
What.
"I don’t care if you’re rich, or some kind of mafia lord, but mister,” an unknown girl threatens. A girl with the most fiery golden orbs he has ever seen—his heart skips a beat, his skin tingling from an unknown sensation he has never felt, and just stares stupidly down as she glares up at him.
”You will not in a million years talk to my friend like that, bastard,” and walks away with her hair waving back and forth, and never looking back.
He laughs.
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"What the hell happened to you, brat," Jun gruffly asks, walking in front of the mirror as he adjusts his tie (who the hell suggested this theme again? He would so kill them).
"Hn," Miyuki vaguely answers, still grinning.
"Kyahaha! Who slapped you in the face, Miyuki? You look uglier than usual," Kuramochi laughs, slapping Miyuki’s back as he crouches down to adjust his his black shoe.
"None of your business, monkey," he snorts, but the twinkle on his eyes still shines brightly.
"What happened to him? He was just in a bad mood an hour ago," Chris questions, while ordering Tetsu to stop playing shogi by himself, and fucking dress up already.
"Miyuki-chan met the girl of his dreams, huh." Ryo states, smirking. The members of the group ("We R da CaNdy CrushErs"—blame Miyuki on his failed sense of humor) comes to a halt, and almost everyone had a whiplash.
"Miyuki and a girl…?" Kuramochi’s face contorts between attempting to laugh and obvious disbelief.
The remaining people almost has the same expression.
Ryo cackles, secretly takes his phone out, and takes pictures of everyone looking like a ghost just appeared from Masuko’s pudding cup.
"I-I d-did not!" Miyuki stutters, mentally slapping himself for obviously showing his discomfort.
They smirk at him.
He groans.
"Shut up."
"We haven’t even said anything, stupid."
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He almost chokes on his tongue the moment he sees the front row.
She’s there, almost glowing like an angel descends from the heaven as she talks animatedly to her friend. The stage lights passing her, and Miyuki swears her eyes brighten, brighter than those mesmerizing golden orbs he saw earlier.
Miyuki continues to watch, almost sighing like a middle school girl in love, and if not for Kuramochi shoving him to the side, and hurry up, idiot. What the hell are you doing he would have remained glued to his previous position behind the stage.
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She’s singing along with him, he notes gleefully, standing up with her hands up in the air as she smiles widely, her eyes following his every move.
And for the life of him, he’s sweating when it hasn’t been five minutes since they started. He’s feeling nervous.
The song’s about to finish, he sings it his best, and her eyes looks up to him, admiring him from a distance, and Miyuki almost misses the rhythm.
The crowd goes wild, but Miyuki’s eyes only follows her.
She screams (the sight of her friend beside her becoming void as he’s only seeing her and no one else) and he almost dies just right there.
”I love you, Kazuya-sama!”