Eye Contact

"― Alright, let's take a break for 10 minutes."

Ouka stepped away from the set at the cameraman's words. One of the staffs approached him, offering him a drink (which he gratefully accepted) before leaving him alone.

He watched, as he sipped his drink, his surroundings. At one corner, some staffs are taking a small rest. At another corner, the cameraman appeared to be discussing with his assistant and the stylist. The usual sight that he's really familiar with, from years of modeling. Yet it also feels a little strange, somehow.

No, not somehow. He knew the reason.

It's because lately, all of photo-shoot sessions he has is done together with other VAZZY members. With them not around, it feels... quiet. (He's not going to describe it with the word that starts with the letter l.)

But that's not a reason to slack off in work. He decided to approach the cameraman, who is now checking out the results of the taken pictures in the computer.

Or, he was about to.

"Ouka!"

Hearing someone called his given name surprised him and made him turned around right away. Not to see who it was (he knew whose voices is that anyway, listening to it practically every day), but to confirm that he's not hearing things.

And turned out he's really not just hearing things. His leader is standing by the entrance of the studio, waving at him. The man didn't verbally nor made the gesture asking Ouka to come to his side, but he did anyway, because there are questions that need answer.

"What are you doing here, Takaaki?"

"What, I can't be here?"

"That's not what I meant!"

The older man laughed softly, then carefully patted Ouka's head so that his hair won't get too messy.

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