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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???
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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 pass the time ―
― when the bell rings again, announcing another visitor's arrival.
This time, it's the man that he's been waiting for.
"Sorry, Ouka. Have you been waiting for long?"
As usual, Takaaki sported an easy smile. At first glance, he doesn't look like he's feeling sorry at all ― well, there's no reason to, considering Ouka was the one who decided to come much earlier than the appointed time ― but seeing that his shoulders and hair got a little wait from the light drizzle outside, Ouka knows that he must've hurried to reach this cafe.
"I don't mind, I haven't been here long. Do you want to sit down first and order a"
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One shouldn't completely trust weather forecast.
This morning's weather forecast said that it'll rain today, in the evening. However, right now the time is only a little after lunchtime, but light drizzle had started to pour over, alerting Ouka and Takaaki, who were on their way home.
Fortunately, their dorm is already pretty close. Without bothering to think twice, they ran for it.
The rain is pouring harder with each second passing by, but fortunately they were able to reach the dormitory building before they got too drenched.
Still, because both of them are professionals, they think they shouldn't take risk and decided to head straight for their rooms, to take baths and warm up.
In the lift to Vazzy's floors, though, something caught Ouka's attention and pulled out a memory from the back of his mind.
...
It was about one day in late spring, a few years ago.
Ouka was on his way to a photoshoot studio, waiting for the traffic light to change so he can cross the road. As he waited, he watched the large screen installed at one of the buildings hugging the road displaying a music program.
The show happened to be inviting Takaaki's former idol unit over as one of their guest stars.
As usual, Ouka's attention mostly went to Takaaki. He admitted that the other members are very charming, but for a reason that Ouka back then didn't understand, his eyes just automatically followed Takaaki's figure.
"―― Right, Takaaki-kun, I saw your new ads poster!"
"Do you? What do you think of it?"
"I think you look so, so, sooo sexy and dignified! Guess that's why they chose you to be their brand ambassador, huh?"
"Why, thank you. You see――"
"Boy, if you don't want to cross the road, can you not just stand still over there like that?"
He was pretty absorbed in watching the show that if it weren't for the chiding from a stranger, he wouldn't have realized that the light had finally changed. Reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the screen and muttering an apology to said stranger, he crossed the road together with other pedestrians.
In the middle of it though, it started to drizzle, and some people started to run, light panic hinted when they raised their voices.
Ouka was one of a few who wasn't affected by the sudden turn of event. He had a folded umbrella ready on his bag, so he rummaged through the bag to take it out as he continued walking.
That was when he heard a small conversation from a group of people that ran past him.
"Hurry! Run all the way to the station!"
"Aaah~~! If we get sick later, it'll be Taka-chan's fault for stopping us just so he can watch that recorded show!"
"A~ haha! Sorry, sorry! Let's just keep going for now. Go, go!"
His step coming to a halt the moment he reached the other side of the road. But instead of opening the umbrella he had taken out, Ouka found himself turning around to look at the group, whose figures he can't see clearly anymore.
Something caught his attention, but as he couldn't pin his finger at what that something is, and meanwhile the drizzle started to turn into real rain, he decided to brush it off and finally opened his umbrella.
...
That something, he feels like he finally knows what it is.
"Takaaki."
"Mm?"
"Have you been wearing the same perfume brand for years now?"
Bewilderment was very apparent on the face of the man standing next to him. Takaaki clearly didn't expect the question, which must've sounded pretty out of the blue to him. Nevertheless, he gave Ouka the answer.
"Yeah, ever since I was made to be their brand ambassador... what of it?"
A triumphant smile spread across the albino's face, which Takaaki must've not expected, judging from the surprised expression that he then showed.
"Nothing. I just thought that it smells pleasant."
"... I see?"
The lift opened up as it finally reached Vazzy's floor. Ouka stepped out first and Takaaki followed, and together they walked down the corridor without continuing the conversation.
Or that was what Ouka thought.
Just as he was about to reach his room and unlocked the door, he felt something touched his nape, which made him jolted in surprise.
The voice he heard coming from behind him and the warm breath he felt brushing against his hair informed him of what is actually happening.
"You know, you smell pleasant too, Ouka. I quite like it."
Blood rushed to his cheeks right after Takaaki finished his sentence. Ouka quickly turned his head around, ready to scold the older man for the teasing, but said man had bolted into his own room and closed the door right away, leaving the flustered albino all alone in the corridor.
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"Ouka?"
Takaaki's voice snapped him out of the reverie. The lift had finally reached Vazzy's floor, and the older man is currently holding the lift door open while looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You're okay?"
"... Yes. Yes, I am. Sorry."
The apology was uttered as he stepped out from the lift, allowing Takaaki to finally let go of the door.
"Are you sure? If you're not feeling well, just say so."
"I'm fine, really. But I'll be resting in my room until dinnertime, so you don't have to worry."
Although he looked like he wasn't convinced, Takaaki decided not to press the topic any further while they're making their way down the corridor, to where their personal rooms are.
"Have a nice rest, Ouka-chan. I'll go to your room if you don't turn up by the time dinnertime comes around, okay?"
"I told you not to worry, but, fine, do whatever you want."
The yielding answer made a cheeky grin appeared on Takaaki's mien, which made Ouka sighed.
Doors unlocked, they are ready to step into their respective room. But at the last moment, Ouka decided to stop and call out to the other man.
"Takaaki?"
Takaaki had put one foot into his room, but he stopped as well and looked at the albino, humming a questioning "Hm?"
"Have you been using the same perfume brand for years now?"
Bewilderment was very apparent on Takaaki's face. He clearly didn't expect the question, which must've sounded pretty out of the blue to him. Nevertheless, he gave Ouka the answer.
""
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 pass the time ―
― when the bell rings again, announcing another visitor's arrival.
This time, it's the man that he's been waiting for.
"Sorry, Ouka. Have you been waiting for long?"
As usual, Takaaki sported an easy smile. At first glance, he doesn't look like he's feeling sorry at all ― well, there's no reason to, considering Ouka was the one who decided to come much earlier than the appointed time ― but seeing that his shoulders and hair got a little wait from the light drizzle outside, Ouka knows that he must've hurried to reach this cafe.
"I don't mind, I haven't been here long. Do you want to sit down first and order a"
------------------------------------------------------------------
One shouldn't completely trust weather forecast.
This morning's weather forecast said that it'll rain today, in the evening. However, right now the time is only a little after lunchtime, but light drizzle had started to pour over, alerting Ouka and Takaaki, who were on their way home.
Fortunately, their dorm is already pretty close. Without bothering to think twice, they ran for it.
The rain is pouring harder with each second passing by, but fortunately they were able to reach the dormitory building before they got too drenched.
Still, because both of them are professionals, they think they shouldn't take risk and decided to head straight for their rooms, to take baths and warm up.
In the lift to Vazzy's floors, though, something caught Ouka's attention and pulled out a memory from the back of his mind.
...
It was about one day in late spring, a few years ago.
Ouka was on his way to a photoshoot studio, waiting for the traffic light to change so he can cross the road. As he waited, he watched the large screen installed at one of the buildings hugging the road displaying a music program.
The show happened to be inviting Takaaki's former idol unit over as one of their guest stars.
As usual, Ouka's attention mostly went to Takaaki. He admitted that the other members are very charming, but for a reason that Ouka back then didn't understand, his eyes just automatically followed Takaaki's figure.
"―― Right, Takaaki-kun, I saw your new ads poster!"
"Do you? What do you think of it?"
"I think you look so, so, sooo sexy and dignified! Guess that's why they chose you to be their brand ambassador, huh?"
"Why, thank you. You see――"
"Boy, if you don't want to cross the road, can you not just stand still over there like that?"
He was pretty absorbed in watching the show that if it weren't for the chiding from a stranger, he wouldn't have realized that the light had finally changed. Reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the screen and muttering an apology to said stranger, he crossed the road together with other pedestrians.
In the middle of it though, it started to drizzle, and some people started to run, light panic hinted when they raised their voices.
Ouka was one of a few who wasn't affected by the sudden turn of event. He had a folded umbrella ready on his bag, so he rummaged through the bag to take it out as he continued walking.
That was when he heard a small conversation from a group of people that ran past him.
"Hurry! Run all the way to the station!"
"Aaah~~! If we get sick later, it'll be Taka-chan's fault for stopping us just so he can watch that recorded show!"
"A~ haha! Sorry, sorry! Let's just keep going for now. Go, go!"
His step coming to a halt the moment he reached the other side of the road. But instead of opening the umbrella he had taken out, Ouka found himself turning around to look at the group, whose figures he can't see clearly anymore.
Something caught his attention, but as he couldn't pin his finger at what that something is, and meanwhile the drizzle started to turn into real rain, he decided to brush it off and finally opened his umbrella.
...
That something, he feels like he finally knows what it is.
"Takaaki."
"Mm?"
"Have you been wearing the same perfume brand for years now?"
Bewilderment was very apparent on the face of the man standing next to him. Takaaki clearly didn't expect the question, which must've sounded pretty out of the blue to him. Nevertheless, he gave Ouka the answer.
"Yeah, ever since I was made to be their brand ambassador... what of it?"
A triumphant smile spread across the albino's face, which Takaaki must've not expected, judging from the surprised expression that he then showed.
"Nothing. I just thought that it smells pleasant."
"... I see?"
The lift opened up as it finally reached Vazzy's floor. Ouka stepped out first and Takaaki followed, and together they walked down the corridor without continuing the conversation.
Or that was what Ouka thought.
Just as he was about to reach his room and unlocked the door, he felt something touched his nape, which made him jolted in surprise.
The voice he heard coming from behind him and the warm breath he felt brushing against his hair informed him of what is actually happening.
"You know, you smell pleasant too, Ouka. I quite like it."
Blood rushed to his cheeks right after Takaaki finished his sentence. Ouka quickly turned his head around, ready to scold the older man for the teasing, but said man had bolted into his own room and closed the door right away, leaving the flustered albino all alone in the corridor.
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"Ouka?"
Takaaki's voice snapped him out of the reverie. The lift had finally reached Vazzy's floor, and the older man is currently holding the lift door open while looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You're okay?"
"... Yes. Yes, I am. Sorry."
The apology was uttered as he stepped out from the lift, allowing Takaaki to finally let go of the door.
"Are you sure? If you're not feeling well, just say so."
"I'm fine, really. But I'll be resting in my room until dinnertime, so you don't have to worry."
Although he looked like he wasn't convinced, Takaaki decided not to press the topic any further while they're making their way down the corridor, to where their personal rooms are.
"Have a nice rest, Ouka-chan. I'll go to your room if you don't turn up by the time dinnertime comes around, okay?"
"I told you not to worry, but, fine, do whatever you want."
The yielding answer made a cheeky grin appeared on Takaaki's mien, which made Ouka sighed.
Doors unlocked, they are ready to step into their respective room. But at the last moment, Ouka decided to stop and call out to the other man.
"Takaaki?"
Takaaki had put one foot into his room, but he stopped as well and looked at the albino, humming a questioning "Hm?"
"Have you been using the same perfume brand for years now?"
Bewilderment was very apparent on Takaaki's face. He clearly didn't expect the question, which must've sounded pretty out of the blue to him. Nevertheless, he gave Ouka the answer.
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