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Sora stomped her way toward Yamato’s dressing room backstage in a huff. She ignored the stares from the crew members she passed by. When she knocked, the door opened.
“Heyy, Sora- whoa…”
She was greeted with Yamato’s face wearing an expecting smile, only to immediately turn into a shocked expression.
Sora stood at his door, frowning, her hair and t-shirt drenched with water that had been thrown on her after a group of Knife of Day fans recognized her.
“You’ve got some really friendly fans,” Sora remarked in annoyance.
Yamato ushered her into the room, grabbing her a freshly laundered towel and wrapping it around her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he said. Then, he smiled apologetically before embracing her.
That was when she calmed down from running into those girls who were green with envy. His arms made her feel warmer than the towel did.