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The waiting room was quiet and empty. Reon enters with his guitar towed behind him, feeling a bit uneasy. Moments like this were rare. Usually, Reon arrived to the hustle and bustle of staff members scurrying around backstage, preparing the instruments, adjusting the lights, and meticulously ensuring every detail was perfect for the performance. Kenta would be talking to someone important, Ryo would be going on about something in the galaxy, and Nayuta would be silently glaring at people from the corner.
Yet today was different. It would be a waste not to take advantage of the tranquil atmosphere. After all, this past week was hectic, filled with band rehearsals and looming deadlines. Pulling out a chair, he sets himself down on the soft cushions. Leaning back and closing his eyes, he allowed himself to finally unwind, feeling the weight of the week lifting off his shoulders. A hearty sigh escapes his lips.
Reon’s peaceful moment abruptly shatters as the sound of the door being violently kicked open echoes through the room. Startled, he opens his eyes to see Nayuta storming in, the usual look of anger on his face.
“Can’t you be a little quieter!?”
“Tch. Stop shouting, you’re the one being noisy here.”
“Who’s being noisy? I was just trying to rest!”
“Then shut up and be quiet!”
They quarrel back and forth, their voices rising with each exchange as they talk in circles, going nowhere in their heated argument. So, Reon attempts to calm down, but his efforts are futile. His initial intention of resting has been completely forgotten. Now all he can focus on is the irritation caused by the loud door slam.
“Let me go!” Reon yells, swinging his body around, trying to escape, as Nayuta grips his arm.
“No.”
“Why you— “
All that pent up frustration immediately dissipates as Nayuta harshly yanks his arm, pulling him close. So close, he could see himself in Nayuta’s irises. Everything around them pauses, as they gaze intently into each other, face to face, moving closer and closer, until…
Reon feels a soft sensation on his lips. It took him a while to realise, their lips had met in a gentle, light kiss. A wave of mixed emotions wash over him. Confusion, surprise, and a hint of tenderness swirl together as his mind races, trying to process the unexpected display of affection. Reon’s body tenses for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But as the kiss lingers, Reon lets go of his initial shock, and gives way to a different feeling.
The argument is forgotten as they focus on the moment, grounding them in a newfound sense of peace. Nayuta breaks the kiss and gently pulls away to whisper something in Reon's ear.
“Do well today. That’s all.”
With that, Nayuta swiftly turned around and left the room, roughly closing the door behind him. Only Reon was left standing alone, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Running a hand through his hair, he tries to shake off what just happened. He can’t help but replay the encounter in his mind. His mind is strangely at ease, free from the worries or concerns that followed and weighed him down the whole week.
“That idiot.” He murmurs.