❝ leт мe мonopolιze yoυ.. ❞ |BroCon one-on-one w. rikaandherpikachu|

Fuuto hadn’t gone to school either, but that was because he hadn’t been back home when it was time to go. In fact, the exhausted idol was just them finding himself walking back to his home. He didn’t even get to see the hurrying out of the late risers, and he assumed he had missed Reira’s leaving as well. Shame. But, when he walked into the home, he didn’t bother really checking around the house. No, he merely collapsed on the couch that was right after the entrance. The life of an idol was a popularized power raid but demanding all the same. Fuuto still enjoyed it ten-fold, taking in all the attention and inflating his ego like a balloon. That was not surprising in the least.

Being Asakura Fuuto was demanding, but being Asahina Fuuto almost seemed more so. He looked down on his brothers, most of them, most of the time. He couldn’t help it, but still, being him was difficult. He had to keep up appearances when it came to school. In the end, he had someone he rather gladly had –Reira. Here Fuuto had given her attention, teasing and otherwise his own, that he usually didn’t mind to any other girl – she was, well, what he considered his.

He hadn’t even seen her and her falling on the couch downstairs but he would’ve poked fun at her before resting against her.  Instead though, his entrance and falling over was sound-heavy enough to make an indication in the large, open room. Fuuto couldn’t bring himself to get up just yet though, so there he slept. His brothers knew he would be coming in later, and had known he wouldn’t be at school – really, he hadn’t expected to be home quite then, so he had told Reira otherwise as well, but… once he got up, he wanted to enjoy himself.

~*~

“Mii-kun, do I have a great job for you,” said Misoka’s boss. “I’ve got a deal that you’ll love.” He had motioned one of their co-workers over, taking the notes of the deal into his hands and holding them out to Misoka. They had written on them every bit of information that had been outlined in the call with the game company. “We got in contact with that company, being present but not demanding paid off. It’s for a voice actor view, and we’ve got the exclusive insight.” Misoka listening to her boss, her eyes of brown dancing in confusion as she quietly took the papers from her boss. She moved a strand of her bronze hair out of her face, reading over the quickly-written conversation summary. He had spoken to Asahina Natsume about it and Natsume, on behalf of the company, had chosen, specifically, her.

“Just me then?” She asked.

“That’s the deal, Mii-kun. We can’t break it. We keep our integrity here.”

Misoka felt a swelling of both nervousness and pride within her. She had worked with the company before, and was trusted, apparently, but she still was surprised. How would this work out? She definitely couldn’t refuse – then, she readied herself because she realized that she was lucky and excited.

“I’ll do my best for us all, Nakagawa-san.” Misoka said. She looked forward, ready to go through with this deal. She was chosen to be the face of carrying it out, after all. She’d have her mic, she’d have her readiness. She’d do it. She knew she had to meet with a representative of the game company first to get the information and everything about just want she was allowed to ask about and show first, as well.

Fuuto was tired. Being out until late and not getting back until later was exhausting and surely he didn’t want to be pestered by his family when they arrived home. They would be loud, annoying, they would bother him to no end, especially his middle-schooler, younger brother Wataru. Would he have missed anything at school? Probably not much. This he figured as he decided to go back to his room. He had the energy to do so, and it would be sanctuary compare to trying to continue sleeping on the couch. He pushed himself up off the couch and crossed over to go back to his room, opening the door lazily. He’d sleep there, in his own room. He glanced about it with tired eyes – he liked the feel of his own room, better than how most of the other rooms were. He didn’t bother turning on the lights – why would he went he simply planned on going back to sleep? That was why he went over to his bed immediately, but he saw someone in it, hugging his pillow – Reira. He chuckled lowly, and slipping into bed beside her.

“Miss me that much?” He asked. Their schedules had so kept them apart, but he thought she’d be at school – had her job kept her out later, akin to his? Probably, but that was wear the fun rested. He could barely see her face in the darkness of the room, but that was okay. He put an arm around her because there was time and room to do so. She may be trying to sleep, Fuuto thought, but she can still pay attention to me. And besides, she was asking for it, being in his room!

He’d deal with his family later, right now, he was more concerned with his girlfriend. “Hey… I’m going to need to have some kind payment for you being in here without my permission later…” He said, but he too, was too tired to function.

~*~

Misoka knew where she had to go: to the game company. It wasn’t too far for her to drive. She had gotten that information from her boss. It was time to meet with the representative of the company and talk. Misoka made sure she looked presentable. Of course, she was already professionally dressed due to her profession, but everything that she had – did it look alright? Misoka was an important and hard worker in her company. She worked her way up and now she was relied on, dependability, she had been some kind of review sensation with her videos and articles. She did her research and played what she was assigned. Misoka wanted to do herself, her boss, her company, the situation proud.

It wouldn’t be difficult to drive there, no, because she was already on her way to there in her car with the papers carefully fixed into binders and boxes. There were a few scattered on the floor, but that was fixable. She sighed, finding that she’d later need to move everything but her necessary notes back to her apartment. She’d deal with it soon – but, why was that on her radar? She blamed it on self-consciousness but she knew that this was all techniques to keep her owns eyes on the prize.

She parked, getting out of the car and smoothing out her dress. She was ready to move, ready for the details. Purse at her side with a notepad and pen encased inside it gave her the extra assurance that she was prepared. She pushed the doors of the game company open and tilted her head when she saw the orange-headed male. There was the representative, there was Asahina Natsume.

“Asahina-san?” She asked. She was polite, giving a gentle smile upwards to him, shifting her weight just in the slightest. She wanted to continue to keep a good impression; she followed herself as much as possible, professional air and all.

 

Fuuto’s initial intention from the embrace was involuntary, a reaction to her being beside him in his bed. He wanted sleep as much as she did, and really didn’t appreciate being needlessly bothered. However, he was taking advantage of the situation, sort of. Reira was in his arms, and he found himself comfortable, but he was already asleep – well, almost so. He’d play with her on this later, he swore. This was something he could tease her about, definitely; deny it as she might, it was real. She was still hugged that pillow but he was hugging her, if one thought about it. He wasn’t going to move anytime soon. This was his bed, his rules, his moment.

“Mine…” He responded, eyes closed, but a smirk played on his lips. She had indirectly agreed to payment later, at least it seemed so to Fuuto, and he was going to use that against her. Not now, oh no, not now, but later when they both were awake. That was the plan of assault, but it wouldn’t be carried out until the ideal time. That was when he felt a tight embrace close around him: It was Reira. She seemed pleased and so was Fuuto. He fell completely asleep this way, as this was much better, much more of a reward than he expected, but he felt as if he deserved it.

His family would be on his case later, asking him when he had gotten home and what he planned on doing – would it kill them to ask if he wanted food? Apparently, yes, but that was aside from the fact that he was home and enjoying this. Reira was cute, and this was worry not time. His family would understand, completely, he was sure. They would have to, otherwise, he’d distract them using some of his other strategies. It would work, and he had confirmed this because he had done before, repeatedly, again and again and again.

It was hours like, a couple of them at the very least, when Fuuto was awoken by Reira questioning basically his entire existence. She had been so close and yet that felt like it slipped away from him for a spilt-second. He opened his eyes with a half-awaken conscious, he said, “It’s me, stupid~. You’re in my room, the least you could do is remember that much.” He sat up, a bit unwillingly, but chose to then lean down and close to Reira’s face, “Morning~” He said, hoping for at least some kind of reaction. That would be more fun, anyway, before they had to re-reveal themselves to the outside world and the rest of the household. It was time like this that was better.

Much, much better. The others would understand. He wanted to have some time with the girl whose time with him was scarcer than was preferable because of their busy schedules and trip logs. They were all inconveniences but they ended up working on the same general patterns once in a while. Usually, that would be with warning, but surprises would come every once in a blue moon and shake up the normality of travel, rest, school, family, work, repeat. That was something that Fuuto could also take advantage of.

~*~

Misoka had checked and double-checked just before getting out of her car, trying to make sure everything was just right about her appearance. She walked in confident strides, breathing slowly. Naturally, she was just a bit nervous. That was how she would always get before these things. He, well he, was rather handsome, with kind eyes and rather warm features. At least, that was what Misoka thought. Her head, though, was completely in the zone for that moment. “Thank you, Natsume-san.” She said to his welcome. His name rolled off of tongue easily, slipping right past formalities. It was nice, to talk about the job like this. Misoka may have brimmed with confidence on camera, but her off-camera self was meeker; she was a younger sister, a welcoming woman trying to get her opinions out in the world.

She nodded and followed him to the cafeteria, which had then been practically deserted, but it seemed to be just for them. She took a seat, too taking a water and pulling her notepad from her purse, ready to write down her instructions so she could be sure to remember exactly what they were. Tsubaki and Azusa Asahina… rather popular voice actors and ones that had been in previous games developed and published by this company. Misoka had played and reviewed games with them in it before. Everything was falling place. They knew, the agent knew, the loose ends were being tied. This was an important interview – an important job in general. She listened closely and when he paused, she wrote everything down in neat lines, giving herself little, personal notes in parenthesis.

She would hear some of their voice acting, and then she could ask them questions. As she wrote her notes, she felt his eyes on her, though she had felt his eyes studying her more than once. It wasn’t a bad sort of stare, but it had made her just the tiniest bit nervous. When he cleared his throat, her attention returned directly to him, and she made eye contact as he said the next part of the information, then writing it down before she said, repeating back a summary, “The voice actors are Tsubaki and Azusa Asahina. I am allowed to listen for at least a minute, and personal opinion questions only as game specific information is still classified.” She took a breath and sipped at her water, “That is fine.” While she drank her water, she looked at him. He really was rather nice looking, professional but not scary strict looking at all – nice, again, she saw niceness, warmness, readiness.

She set down her water, “Again, Natsume-san, thank you for this.” She swore to the deal, and she would not go outside of the boundaries set. She blinked, brown eyes looking forward still, and she smiled. This… this was nice. Both, professional, but the air didn’t feel stiff at all. It was welcoming and she felt as if she could talk to Natsume outside of work and it would be natural. She liked this, and she knew she was also ready for the job. "I'll be sure to do my best," she said, laughing softly, "and stick to instruction to make this go as smoothly as possible."

He wasn’t going to let Reira live it down. Given that he laid down after her, it was in his “fault” but she should honestly know better than to sleep his room. And besides, he wanted his bed, “You can’t kick me out of my room~” Fuuto said, “and I wasn’t going to sleep on the floor. That’s not what I deserve at all, Reira.” He felt her poke his nose and yet that didn’t make him move from his position. He knew he would still get him payment later, so he wouldn’t elaborate much here. He had a small feeling that he should bother to get up and turn the lights on, but this was not the time. He couldn’t see her face very well, but he had a feeling that she was slightly flushed at the least. He waited for her to speak again, hearing her ask for Ukyou, and it did bother him. Why did she care about any of them, especially that nosy older brother of his, when he was right there? “Not yet,” he answered, frowning, “Kyou-nii would send one of the others up here for us. It’d be noisy out there if they were back.”

He supposed it was time to wake up, though he didn’t really want to be greeted so soon by his family. He was still tired and, if it hadn’t been for Reira’s question, he probably would’ve still been asleep, “I’m tired and didn’t get back that long ago. I was working,” Fuuto said. She had been working too that night, he knew, and that was why she missed his concert. He had no right to hold it against her. She had been there when his brothers didn’t go, when his brothers mostly called him and demanded souvenirs (that was to blame mostly on Tsubaki, who he really wasn’t fond of). She actually cared. He wouldn’t really tell her, but he did notice when she wasn’t there. It was hard not too, since he had become especially familiar with the way she looked, “Make it up to me, then I’ll forgive you~.” Fuuto said. “It went well. The fans love me, as always, and they would stop their screaming.” Which was just as typical as ever from his concerts.

He straightened himself out, yawning as he looked at her, in the dark, with his half-open, tired eyes. Suddenly, she had decided to lean on him, given her attention fully to him. He was pleased, deciding to hold off on much else until she had looked at him and said that she’d give it to him just until Ukyou came home. Again with his brothers and again with Ukyou. He liked the sound of her laugh though, and felt as if he really needed to make her laugh belong solely to him.

“As always,” Fuuto said. He was proud of that, proud of himself, but some said he worked too hard, even still. He was tired often, really tired, and there were days when he was in school that he would be falling asleep. He still studied and got good grades and everything and he was still tired. “You’re tired too.” He responded to her remark. Then, she had stood, leaving his shoulder and he wasn’t going to just sit there, alone, when it was still just him and her in the house. He stood, exiting his room after her.

He’d indulge her, mostly because he was hungry too. He hadn’t eaten for a while, so it was just about time to get some food. He wasn’t going to cook for all his brothers though, but he knew how to put something together. “Just so you know, I don’t have to cook for all of them. That’s Kyou-nii’s job.” Fuuto stated, crossing his arms as he followed behind her. And behind her, he could see just how scarcely dressed she was compared to usual. Again, she was cute; he didn’t like her giving her attention to Ukyou when it was he she should be giving it to. The family would be start arriving back soon. Stepping up his pace, Fuuto ended up beside Reira before they reached the kitchen. He wanted to stay in her sights and make sure she knew he was right there.


~*~

This was nice. When someone boiled down all the thoughts Misoka was thinking about this moment, that was what it came out to. This would be beneficial for her own social life, and she would just get to know Natsume through the process. She was interested in that. Her very pride, her very soul, her very personality of bringing information to people properly. “I’ll work my best to assure it goes smoothly,” Misoka said. She was hopeful, knowing that as long as she put her mind to it, it would go well. Hearing that he had seen her work before, somehow that made her… was it happy? It wasn’t surprising to her in itself that her work spread itself around, she was one of the forefront reviewers of games for her company. “I’ve always enjoyed having my opinion out there… and I make sure to pay close attention to details when I play the games to assure it’s an accurate depiction. I do hope I can fulfill your expectations, Natsume-san,” Misoka bowed her head, sipping again at her water.

She listened to him talk about Tsubaki, about how he could be unprofessional and possibly inappropriate. It would make sense for someone related to Tsubaki to know. “No need to apologize for him, Natsume-san. I’ll be sure to handle any action he chooses so ensure I follow the guidelines.” Take things too far? She hadn’t had a whole lot of experience with either Tsubaki or Azusa, mostly with their voices, but… either way, she mentally put it on her list to watch her back. Natsume seemed to take it in shame, but wasn’t the popular voice actor that was Tsubaki charming and popular? She figure it out when she met Tsubaki and Azusa, she concluded.

Why did he feel the need to apologize for them in advance though? It was rather thoughtful of Natsume, regardless, and Misoka did appreciate it quite a bit. Even more reason for her to push having the report go right as planned. She smiled at Natsume, grateful, “Please, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” She repeated. She didn’t know what exactly to expect then, but it would be interesting.

This was already an enjoyable lunch, with something drawing her to continue talking to Natsume, and to continue trying to figure him out. She moved her hair from out of her face and reached to pick up one of the small sandwiches before her, taking a small bite. She swallowed and shook her head, “This is fine, Natsume-san. Something simple like this is always a safe choice, and I enjoy it.” Really, they were nice, little sandwiches.

How did she consider Natsume to fit into her future? They were… acquaintances at this point, but she wouldn’t mind seeing him again. This was strictly professional, though, Misoka reminded herself. Not long and she’d be conducting the interview they had established. Natsume, though, was one of the people behind the games she reviewed, the games that gave her entertainment. That, in itself, was amazing. She took another bite of the sandwich, trying to find something to say, but she felt anything outside of work would seem too informal for a technical business lunch like this.

She blinked, staring blankly for a brief second at the plate before her until she finally said, “I’m sure this interview will help boost interest in the game. I, myself, have been looking forward to hearing more about the game since its development was announced. I’ve enjoyed playing quite a bit of the games your company has produced.” She needed a mental push to get herself talking and this seemed to be working, it would be something before the interview was pressed to begin, and this wasn’t too personal. It felt right, natural. She swore by her rules, her promise to Natsume to abide the restrictions and she swore by her own to review with integrity despite past interactions with games made by the company. She wondered though, when the interview started, would she have a chance to again speak with Natsume – would it be outside of the professional world next time? “I do like my work. I assume you enjoy yours, even a little?” Small talk… like topic, right? That was proper etiquette, right?

Fuuto figured that Reira could’ve flipped that on its side and made food for everyone else. He had to be sure. He didn’t know what Reira had up her sleeve, she was easy to figure out and not at the same time. That, well, bothered him. At the same time, it made him more interested.

Was he going to help much? Ehh… sort of? If one squinted, it could have been considered marvelous help. But, no one was squinting so the tired, selfish idol appeared just that. He meandered around the kitchen beside Reira setting to do at least his own dish. If the pancakes were good, he’d treat her to him doing all the dishes. Maybe. Possibly. Then again, maybe not. She had pushed him after all though it was playful. Fuuto knew that she would expect him to do things, especially since she had actually said it. He watched her set herself up for cooking.

“Not many,” Fuuto said, looking at her and noticing her expression. Cute, as usual, but also almost… silly? Endearing, Fuuto decided. “Big ones~” Fuuto answered. She had yawned, contagious were those tired sighs. He yawned too, covering his mouth as to hide it. He stretched his arms in the air. He knew that he really didn’t want her cooking for anyone else anyway. “Chocolate.” He said. He didn’t cook, he wouldn’t. He was a hard worker, but cooking wasn’t really in his plan of action. She was so focused; he took to watching the batter, but he didn’t lift a finger. How hard she was working… yeah, he’d do a little cleaning, he supposed, so he picked up little things that she used and he knew she didn’t need anymore and washed them off, then returning to his post of watching her mix the batter. If it had been one of his brothers, he probably would’ve talked back and returned to the couch to take up a majority of it and sleep. But this was Reira.”That was help, Reira,” Fuuto said, in reference to the dishes he had just dealt with, “I didn’t want to disturb you, since you seemed to really insist on taking the lead.” Fuuto said. He laughed. This was a job for Ukyou – really, why did he have to clean up the mess that the “in-charge” Reira made? Given that it was for both of them… but the first time there, he was being nice.

He didn’t want anyone to come home soon. He liked having the house relatively empty. He knew that it wouldn’t stick, but he wanted to still take advantage of the situation. There was no one to conflict him after all. He leaned against the counter, waiting for his chance, waiting for an exact thing to do. Any girl would kill to have a day like this, but Reira still kept him to his senses. She was tolerable.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind as she still struggled with mixing, “I’ll help you like this~” He whispered, moving his hands over her hand, waiting to see her reaction, hear her reaction, feel her reaction.

Then the very brother he didn’t want to see walked through the door. They really had slept in late.

~~**~~

It had been a long day of work, but what Ukyou wanted was to return… or did he..? When he got back, it was right on the case of being on “Team Mom.” That was life for Ukyou. Some of his brothers really weren’t problems – or, if they were, Masaomi calmed them down. However, one problem did persist: Fuuto. The little brother with an ego larger than the lives of just his fans alone. There was one positive of Fuuto, however, the trust of him being the same age as Reira. Reira, a young model that got her start in regards to their mother. Miwa knew how to pick them, there was no denying that.

She was at home, resting. Ukyou had that to look forward to. The cute, young adult had become a welcome person to which he would pursue. He wasn’t one to give in to these… small desires easily. No, he’d pay attention to her, but he much rather see her do things to make up for it. He… was sure that was a perfectly normal reaction, never mind that the girl was considerably younger than he.

His job hadn’t really been daunting, no, his job was something he understood perfectly well. The only thing taxing, truly taxing in his life was his brothers. Save for a few of them, most of his family still lived at the house, and even the ones that had moved out came back by. Ukyou had little help cooking for them all, but he managed, grateful when he had the help from Reira or his step-sister.

He knew he would be one of the first to arrive back, but that would be more than enough time to see and speak to Reira, all for himself. If her “in-the-public” boyfriend Fuuto was bothered by it, well, the troublesome child had it coming. Ukyou had his own interests in her, after all.

He held his keys in his hands as he finally approached the doors of the mansion to official end his briefcase work day and move on to his apron one. He entered, working his way to the upstairs of the main room, which overlooked into the kitchen. Before he reached there, however, he saw luggage that looked like Fuuto’s tossed aside near the entrance. An inconvenience and annoyance, and it seemed the idol was present at home.

Which was just what he saw as he finally looked down into the kitchen. With a sigh, he went to his room to put away his briefcase, then returning to the main room and the kitchen, “I’m home.” He announced, this time having people to inform it to. He glanced between Reira and Fuuto, shaking his head at the pout Fuuto was giving him, “Fuuto, stop that. And go pick up your bags. You’re awake enough to do so.”

“Kyou-nii, bad timing,” Fuuto glared, refusing to move from his position of holding Reira, but the sound of more doors opening got him moving.

“Was he a bother?” Ukyou asked, such a question that the presence of the attention gripping Fuuto warranted. He could tell not much had been done around the house but here they were. This time, Ukyou wouldn’t say anything. The girl before him with her worked, sleepy features and resting clothes, her makeup-less face, she was still nice looking. Cooking too… Though, it was only enough for maybe two? Probably for herself and Fuuto?

~~**~~

“There… it’s perfect… right?” Louis said to his client, whose face beamed at the sight of the latest haircut and styling done. This was Louis job, professional, pride. He, the hair stylist, the beautician, loved it. He loved styling hair, the hair of his family and Reira – who lived with them – included, naturally. He glanced at the time, realizing that it was just about time to close up shop, so he put his brush in his bag and finished with his client, sending them on their merry way after the bill was paid. With a gentle smile, he moved the sign to “Closed” and packed the rest of his things up. He wondered who would be home when he arrived – which was probably a good amount of people, considering the only ones that probably had longer commitments and lived in the house were Tsubaki and Azusa… maybe Fuuto wouldn’t be home? No… he’d have come back by that point.

Louis thought all this out with a glance to the clock again. He decided then to head on out. Perhaps he’d grab something nice from the new shop down the road? They had nice clothing, and he could certainly see the clothes working there very well for gifts. He peeked into the store on his way home, deciding that that one jacket he saw in there would be perfect for a certain girl. But, not now. No, she’d see it if he walked in with it. He wanted to buy it later and save it for a better occasion.

That would be a nice thing to do for one of his favorite clients, really.

His way home really wouldn’t take long, but he was exhausted, regardless. It was typical, work, get tired, wake up, and back to the draw. When he returned to his home, he noticed that, due the amount of both noise and cars, much of his family was home. He gave a blissful sigh, ‘Everyone, they are really active, aren’t they..?’ He liked it. That was how his family behaved and he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’m home,” he said, opening the door, but his steps were numbered and his luck lower as Fuuto swept past quickly with his bags, knocking just a bit of his balance away from him. “Fuuto-kun…” He regained it and shook it off, walking forward again, looking down into the chaos that had just slightly formed. By the look of it, it hadn’t been that long since the others got back and that Ukyou was probably, again, one of the first.

“Ah… afternoon,” Louis said, smiling as he made his decent down the stairs. The middle school Wataru jumped up, being the first to greet, but it wasn’t long before many of the returning brothers had left for their rooms to wait for dinner – and not help.

Louis chose to, instead, sit at the dining table. A few weren’t back yet, but Louis figured they would arrive shortly, possibly. “Reira-chan, afternoon.” He said, watching Ukyou work to prepare the large dinner gradually as Louis himself took off his bag and set it aside to take to his room later.

~~**~~

Misoka really hadn’t worked with Tsubaki or Azusa before, so she really wasn’t aware of what exactly the implications of Natsume’s apology really pointed to. She would find out, probably, and then be her own judge of the situation. She enjoyed talking to him; it was nice. The questions she asked, the answers he provided, they all came naturally. She was relaxing as he was, a stress-free movement where work wasn’t the first thing on her mind. There was hardly any doubt to her, hardly any will against reason to why the two of them weren’t… somehow fated to meet. She looked at him as he looked at her, wondering if fate was so powerful as to allow her a chance like this.

Oh, but he answer! Riddled in minor remorse his answer came. Misoka wondered why exactly. Was he overworked? He seemed to be a hard worker… Perhaps he needed rest? “I do enjoy my work,” Misoka answered then. “I aim to put the most in depth analysis on what I experience.” And it was true. Alongside simply getting her opinion out there, her words helped supplement, in part, the purchasing of a game, of a series.

Tick tock went the clock, buzzing along to the tune of nearly being time. She had a job to do and he too – and they was just a meeting lunch, a clarification of what was just around the corner. She almost didn’t want it to end – but professionalism still had to conquer. “So it is…” Misoka said. “And I will see… But today, yes, should go by with no problems.” When Natsume began to talk, began to ever slightly pausing in his speech, she blinked. She forced her video confidence forward as much as possible. Was it… profession—no. Wait. The game details were still supposed to be “classified,” weren’t they? No journals, no cameras, no public mention, she assumed, and would keep.

“To… To come tomorrow?” she asked, repeating herself and to confirm it. Misoka lit up, closing her notepad and taking another sip of her water before she finally answered him, “I’d enjoy going. Tomorrow it is.” It was a chance to see him again… why would she turn it down?

Tick tock went the clock and the minutes were over. It was time to get a move on. She had important things to conduct, and he did too. “Natsume-san, I’ll do my best,” she affirmed.
It would be soon when she would personally meet Tsubaki and Azusa. She wondered though if Natsume would assure her arrival, since he seemed to be the spokesperson for the projected time. She knew she had to go. It was interview time, and she wanted to do things right… for herself and for her company. And… to make sure Natsume and his company were pleased…

Upon arrival, upon the travel of the distance, she would see them, the two popular, twin voice actors. Naturally, they seemed to glow. It was quite amazing, listening to them, seeing them, they were veterans in the field. She straightened herself out, preparing to introduce herself and get this flowing. "I'll see you again soon, Natsume-san. And," she smiled, "once again, I thank you for being so kind."

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Then Fuuto came back and he had sat down in a huff after Louis moved from that same seat. Throwing a tantrum? Wasn’t that more up Wataru’s alley? Oh, was it jealousy? Ukyou didn’t laugh, out loud, but that had been amusing in its own right. Fuuto, really, you’re getting the pancakes. Stop that. Ukyou thought. He watched Fuuto’s reactions, his short conversation with Louis.
 
“Fuuto, did you clean up?”
 
“Yeah, I did, Kyou-nii,” Fuuto practically snapped. Where had that ‘good-mood’ gone? Wait, Fuuto never was in one around the brothers, was he? Ukyou sighed. Fuuto was an excellent showman, but his trueself was a pain in the ass.
 
Once Reira had finished her cooking, Ukyou took it upon himself to move the supplies aside to clean.
 
“We’ll have to begin cooking after you finish eating, Reira,” Ukyou said. He looked down at her – across to her – and nodded. Gentle, gentle, and there it went.