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Ouka felt really, really out of place. The music that filled the hall, although pleasant and got him to tap his foot rhythmically along with the beat, was too loud. There were also people everywhere, and he couldn't help but bump into someone if he tried to move to another side of the room. But, what can he do about it? It's a night club. The loud music and the crowd is to be expected. "You look so tired." The comment came from his left, where Gaku sat, accompanying him in securing the table for their friends, who had all throw themselves to the dance floor, letting their body move along with the music. "Had a rough week?" "You can say that." It wasn't only works that exhausted him. The little ― okay, who is he kidding. The MASSIVE crush he has on a certain someone from their circle was making him go through a roller coaster of emotions for the past week. Gaku, as one of the few people with common sense in their ridiculous clique...

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...

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...

Ouka was in the middle of chatting with Futaba in the common room when suddenly a grunting voice was heard, distracting them from the topic of their conversation. When they turned their head to look at the source of the voice, they realized that it's coming from Naosuke, who is sitting with Yuma at the dining table. "What's wrong, Nao-kun? Is your stomach hurting, or...?" At Futaba's concerned question, Naosuke shook his head and gave them his attention. "No, it's just... this interview questions are pretty difficult." "Difficult? Interview questions are just things that you need to answer honestly. Takaaki or a substitute manager will check it later, and if there's anything problematic with your answers, then it'll be fabricated a little later." Ouka tried to pitch in an advice, but Naosuke shook his head again. "I know that I need to give my honest answers, but... as an idol, I feel that I should giv...

Baby [noun] 1. a very young child, especially one newly or recently born. 2. [informal] a young woman or a person with whom one is having a romantic relationship (often as a form of address). -- He couldn't quite remember how he ended up in this situation, but he was certain of one thing: he wanted to be let out from the contraption that hold him within. Problem is, he's feeling incredibly weak that he can't even lift his finger. Something is clearly wrong, which made him feel alerted. However, the more he tried to muster the remaining of his strength, the more hazy his head feels and the more he lost concentration. Amidst his relenting attempt, he noticed that someone is looking at him from outside. Takaaki. But he looks different from the usual Takaaki. His hair is messy. His skin is losing color, making the blood that trickled down from the crown of his head appears starkly contrasted. His eyes lost the playful shine it usually has, and instead clouded...

Baby [noun] 1. a very young child, especially one newly or recently born. 2. [informal] a young woman or a person with whom one is having a romantic relationship (often as a form of address). -- "Honey." The voice was heard so suddenly, and so close to his ears that Ouka ended up dropping the magazine he was reading. His face turned red at an alarming speed, starkly contrasting his silver hair and pale eyes. As he's very familiar with the voice, he actually doesn't need to turn his head around to know who it was, but still he does it anyway. Just like what he expected, he found Takaaki standing behind the sofa he's currently occupying, grinning ear to ear. It was clear that he really enjoyed the reaction Ouka showed just now. "What was that for?" Ouka asked, his voice seething with anger and embarrassment. "I just want to try it out." Was the answer Takaaki offered. Ouka was only half convinced, giving the older man a sharp...

Ouka did agree to Naosuke's suggestion to hold a slumber party, but. But he didn't consent to wearing matching pajamas with the others! Issa seemed to share the sentiment ― a rare occurrence, because most of the time his opinion clashes with Ouka's ― and was quick to protest. "Why would I have to wear matching pajamas with you guys!?" Takaaki, the one who suggested for the matching pajamas, had a fearless smile on him as he answered, "Because we've been given the pajamas for free, and since we're going to have a slumber party, isn't a good chance to wear it?" That's... actually sound reasonable, in Ouka's opinion. But Issa doesn't relent so easily, and continued to give counter arguments. Everything started because of the conversation they had during dinner. That day, all members of Vazzy finished their works and lessons before dinnertime, so they have dinner together for the first time after awhile. During the talks t...

Ouka did agree to Naosuke's suggestion to hold a slumber party, but. But he didn't consent to wearing matching pajamas with the others! Issa seemed to share the sentiment ― a rare occurrence, because most of the time his opinion clashes with Ouka's ― and was quick to protest. "Why would I have to wear matching pajamas with you guys!?" Takaaki, the one who suggested for the matching pajamas, had a fearless smile on him as he answered, "Because we've been given the pajamas for free, and since we're going to have a slumber party, isn't a good chance to wear it?" That's... actually sound reasonable, in Ouka's opinion. But Issa doesn't relent so easily, and continued to give counter arguments. Everything started because of the conversation they had during dinner. That day, all members of Vazzy finished their works and lessons before dinnertime, so they have dinner together for the first time after awhile. During the talks t...

"What... are you wearing...?" "Nn? As you can see, it's pajamas." Yeah, we can see that, but that's not what the question meant ― is what everyone present in the room had in mind right after the bland answer. The one getting questioned, Takaaki, looked down at his own pajamas and with a slightly confused look asked in return, "Does it look weird on me?" Ouka, as honest as the mirror of the Evil Queen, replied, "It is, but at the same time it also doesn't." "So which is it?" Takaaki laughed lightheartedly, deciding not to pursue the answer. Today, everyone in Vazzy finished their works before dinnertime. Then, during dinner, they learned that tomorrow all of them also doesn't have any work scheduled until the afternoon. Issa was happy because he planned to sleep in until the afternoon, but his happiness was shattered to pieces when Naosuke suggested something that ruined the plan. A Vazzy-only pajama party, is...

Ouka doesn't see himself as as social butterfly. And he definitely isn't one, for he doesn't go out of his way to socialize with others. That's why, when the realization that he'd been frequenting his idol group's leader room pretty frequently these days he realized that he'd been visiting his idol group leader's room pretty frequently these days, he asked himself, why? Why he started actively socialize with others? Why the leader, out of all person that he can visit in their dorm? -- The door in front of him swung open, revealing the figure of his idol group's leader, who has a pleasantly surprised expression on him as he sees who is visiting his room. "Did you just returned, Ouka? Welcome home." "...Yeah, I'm home." "Come in. I was about to make a late-night snack because I'm feeling a bit hungry, so maybe you want to join me?" "Sure, I guess..." Takaaki closed the door after Ouk...

He is the type that greatly value his personal time. It's a time where he doesn't need to be self conscious. Doesn't need to think about professionalism. When he's free to do activities that he likes. When he can refresh himself and get ready for the next day. After he becomes a part of VAZZY, it becomes all the more precious because he's socializing with a lot more people than when he's still working as a model. Both at workplace and in the dorm. That's why, he finds it pretty baffling himself when he realized that his feet had brought him to his group's leader's doorstep after he returned from practices that day. His head should be aware that he's pretty exhausted after practices. He should want nothing more than getting into his own room, takes a shower, and enjoys his "me" time. But he's there, making his presence known to the owner of the room with several knocks. Only a few seconds after the knocks that he heard a ...

"― 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...