Writing Paradise

He was an innocent 4 years old back then. A clear day in spring season, when he is to attend a photoshoot session for a brand's summer collection together with several other kid models. The day he met Sera Rikka for the first time. "You're Kira Ouka, right? It's nice to meet you." Rikka was the one who took the initiative to start a conversation between them. And from that conversation, he learned something interesting. Apparently, Rikka had been curious about Ouka because they started their career at around the same time, although Ouka is 4 years younger than Rikka. So Rikka was very happy to learn that they landed into the same job offer. "I think we have a lot of similarities. Can we be friends?" Ouka was more than happy to agree. Back then, he wasn't as assertive, plus the refined air surrounding him makes him appear hard to approach to kids around his age. Thus he was having difficulty making friends. Which is why he's glad...

A professional he might be, but it doesn't mean Ouka can completely shrug away the nervousness that came creeping and gripping his whole self when the starting time of VAZZY's first live concert is coming close second by second. He can hear the sound of spectators, already filling up the whole concert hall, talking to the person next to them with hushed tone as they excitingly wait for the starting countdown. Their enthusiasm is so great it's almost overwhelming. In fact, Naosuke and Yuma, the youngest two in their group, already looks like they're getting overwhelmed. As their senior in terms of career history, he ought to find words to comfort them. But in the first place, he doesn't excel at it, plus the pressure is making him kind of at loss of words. There's nothing that he can do except watching over them and make sure that they don't topple over from all the tensions. Fortunately, their leader turns into a reliable one at times like this. Gi...

Hospital AU "Huh? Kira-sensei. Isn't that alcohol...?" Ouka stopped walking and turned to look at who was talking up to him. It's Shirase Yuma, the junior resident that had just started working in this hospital since last month. Which is why Ouka immediately understands. "I see. Shirase-san, you haven't seen the other surgeons doing this?" "Eh? Other surgeons... is this some kind of custom in this hospital?" Answering the question with a nod, Ouka then made a gesture for Yuma to follow him, which the younger complied to without much hesitation. The place that he took the young doctor to is where a praying altar is situated, close to the Surgical Department's doctor office. After placing the small bottle of alcohol on the altar and spend some time praying silently, he finally explained to Yuma. "You know how during heart surgery we have to stop the patient's heart once?" "Yes..." "It means t...

Looking at the reflection on the mirror, I hummed. The severed limb had been perfectly reattached, thanks to the boy's friend... I could hear a grumbling voice objecting the moment that line crossed my mind. Hahaha. Alright, alright. Not a friend. Just an associate, right? Nevertheless, although he's doing a good job reattaching everything, the arm still needs time until it regains its former strength. But it's alright. There is still time until the 'festival'. Until then, let's make the necessary preparations for you to survive, alright, boy? ... Don't give me "Eeh~?". You'll have to survive, accomplish your mission, and return to the organization and to your beloveds. ( And I'll ensure your survival, for that's my promise to the witch. )

Meeting up with Takaaki. Ouka smells Takaaki's musk cologne but it was from a passerby. Takaaki's come up and ask why Ouka is zoning out. Chouhatsuteki??? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Roughly one year ― plus a few weeks, if one would like to be more specific about it ― has passed since Ouka began his career as part of Vazzy. He'd like to think that he'd become familiar with the characteristics of fellow members of the idol unit. Which is why when the bell at the cafe's door rings and his nose caught a whiff of musk, Ouka lifted his head to look at the new customer. Unfortunately, it's not the man that he's been waiting for. Disappointed, he let his gaze wandered away from said visitor, and this time it fell on the watch hanging on the wall. It's still awhile until their meeting time, so he supposed that it can't be helped and was about to return to reading the script for his upcoming drama role to...