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Being the vice president of an entire production company as well as being an idol gets draining. It takes a lot out of a person to fake being nice to everyone you see and micromanage every possible thing you can. Sometimes you just need to blow off some steam by working out more than the average person, which is surprisingly handy for idol-work. However, this blowing off of steam tends to be interrupted by a certain instructor. It started out as just trying to be civil with one another, trying not to kill the other, the usual. Then, it moved to hellos and then to small talk, going from spotting the other when lifting a large amount to sparring with one another. What should’ve been normal activities for two grown men don’t end up as such when there is a rancor between them. This unresolved tension can, well, lead to developments.
“Your form’s off,” Yuzuru gasped between shaky breaths.
“And you’re not dodging,” the latter replied, a hint of annoyance in his tone.
“Maybe you should get a new partner to spar with then,” Yuzuru retorted, still remaining as calm and graceful as ever.
“Why would I? When you’re the best punching bag, money can buy Instructor-dono!”
The tension in the air rises with every punch, every heavy breath, every drop of sweat gliding off the men’s physiques. So thick you could slice it with a knife. Like an old, tired, rope. Just waiting for the most inconvenient moment to snap–
“Shit–” Ibara hissed as his partner had managed to find a weakness and pin him.
“Ahh, it seems the slippery snake has finally been caught,” Yuzuru teased from above the other, his shirt dipping slightly due to the bitch that is gravity.
“If I really were such a snake, I’d have bitten and killed you by now.”
“Is that so? Then why haven’t you? Ibara.”
And the rope snaps. Ibara pulls the blue haired man down from above him to press a kiss to his lips as the latter pulls on his hair to deepen the kiss. Ibara biting Yuzuru’s lower lip, soft moans escaping their lips, the two shifting around to get in a more comfortable position on the training room’s floor. Yuzuru slowly moved down from his lips to his jaw, to his neck, and then to his collarbone. This had been ongoing for weeks now and they’d managed to keep it hidden due to Ibara’s hold on security at Ensemble Square. However, they’d seemed to get a bit too caught up in the moment because before they knew it the door had opened to–
“Yuta-kun!” Ibara practically shouts, he’d really been letting his guard down too easily lately.
Just as he said that the door shut and out with it ran Yuuta Aoi, followed by the man that was just caught red handed, Ibara Saegusa. While the latter could easily blackmail him into shutting up, the actual problem would be to catch up with him before he could get to any other partners in crime. Cosmic Production’s idols have always been some of the most troublesome and hard to manage, from Shu starting feuds with fans, to Nagisa playing God, and whatever the fuck Crazy:B had going on that week. Speaking of Crazy:B, that was likely where Yuuta was heading considering they’ve teamed up to prank the office before.
“Yuta-kun you come back here right now or you’re fired!”
Obviously, he couldn’t fire him as it’d cause another unnecessary scandal and 2wink is a valuable asset to Cosmic Production, but it was worth threatening even if it was a fruitless attempt. This only led to the twin increasing in speed, when did he get so fast?
The two continued this chase around Ensemble Square until they reached who Yuta seemed to have been searching for, Rinne Amagi. This made everything both easier and harder at the same time.
“Rinne-Senpai! Vice President is trying to kill me!”
“Eh? Vice Prez Snakeyboy’s trying to kill good ol’ Yuta-kun?”
“Please refrain from calling me that, Amagi.”
“Save me! He’s going to kill me!” Yuta shrieked again.
“Whoever said that was going to happen?” Ibara inquired with a menacing smile, watching Yuta tense with every word he spoke.
“We’re going back to my office to discuss your absurd behavior Yut– Fuck–” Ibara had just begun to drag him back to his office with a hand over his mouth to make sure he wouldn’t spill any information, when Yuta suddenly licked his hand to escape his grasp. He had to keep a better eye on his potential weaknesses again.
“Vice President’s having an affair with Fushimi-senpai!” And there it was.
“That explains the neck,” Rinne snorted.
His neck? Oh. Oh no.
“This is frankly none of your business, a word more and I make your lives a living Hell,” Ibara threatened. Now this was something he actually was capable of doing. He knew everything there was to know about everyone and had the ability to control the working life of most Cospro idols.
“Didn’t realize the Vice Prez was sleeping with the rival production company’s attendant Kyahahaha.”
“I am not sleeping with members of Starmaker Production, now will you drop this or do you want the rest of Crazy:B to be joining you in Hell?” Ibara snarkily retorted, this was getting out of hand.
“No, sir.”
“So, we are done here?”
“Yes, Vice President.”
“Good, I will be on my way then. If either of you need me, I’ll be in my office and knock. first.”
“Have fuuuuun!” Rinne practically sang out.
Ibara shot him a piercing glare and he slowly backed off. Now all he had to do was make it to his office without anything else happening. Easy right? Just walk down a few halls and he could decompose alone or so he thought...