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Aki stood under the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat from his earlier performance. His mind was elsewhere, filled with guilt. He had just met Yuki a day ago, but she had already wormed her way into his heart. Adorable and sweet, she felt like the little sister he never had. And now, he felt terrible for harming her with his reckless behavior.
Finishing up, Aki dried off and quickly changed into new clothes, ones he had asked a bodyguard to pick up earlier. He tossed his old, sweat-soaked clothes into the trash bin and deliberately avoided putting on any cologne or strong-scented products. He wanted to be sure that Yuki, with her sensitive condition, wouldn't have to deal with any overpowering smells.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward the room where Yuki and the others were waiting. As he opened the door, he was startled to see Ado sitting there, legs crossed, exuding a usual calm and composed air.
"Aki-nii!" Yuki's small voice called out excitedly the moment she saw him enter, her eyes misty from worry.
Before Aki could say anything, Kamiya crossed her arms and shot him a glare. "Yuki's chan been worried and waiting for you this whole time. You just disappeared," she said, clearly annoyed at his sudden departure.
"Is that so?" Aki replied, eyes wide in surprise as he looked from Kamiya to Yuki. But as soon as he saw the little girl's anxious expression, he let out a deep sigh, understanding the situation immediately.
Kneeling down in front of Yuki, he softened his voice. "Sorry, Yuki, I didn't mean to make you worry. I just... I felt guilty about what happened before, so I went to take a shower. But don't worry," he added with a small smile, "I didn't put on any strong-smelling stuff. See?"
Yuki's mood instantly lifted as she smiled back. She leaned forward and hugged Aki, her little arms wrapping around his neck. "Ah, Aki-nii... your body smells nice," she whispered with a playful sniff, her face nuzzling into his shirt.
Aki chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Wait, wait! Don't sniff me like that. Are you a puppy now?" he teased, picking her up as he stood.
Yuki giggled, clinging to him happily as Aki carried her over to where the others were seated, ready to enjoy the rest of B Komachi's performance.
As they settled in, Aki noticed Ado still watching the stage. It wasn't every day you saw someone as famous as her just casually hanging out, especially not in a small concert room like this. He shot her a curious glance and leaned in slightly. "You're Kyun's cousin, right?"
Aki privious did his project, ordering some people of his to look up for ado while he take a shower and now he knows her more then a normal person could.
Ado, without taking her eyes off the stage, gave a small nod. "Yeah. She asked me to help out today. Thought I'd bring some excitement," she said, her voice calm but with a hint of amusement.
Aki raised an eyebrow, still a little surprised. "Well, you certainly did that. Didn't expect a famous star like you to show up, though."
Ado smirked but didn't reply, letting the conversation drop as the music from the stage grew louder.
Seating Yuki beside him, Aki leaned back, finally allowing himself to relax. The guilt from earlier was still lingering, but Yuki seemed happy now, and that's what mattered.
"You really have a way of making an entrance," Kamiya said, her tone a mix of teasing and seriousness as she glanced over at Aki.
"Yeah, well, I didn't mean to scare her," Aki replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "I'm just... not used to this whole thing."
Kamiya gave him a half-smile. "Well, you'd better get used to it. For in the future if you happen to have a child or two to take care." She blurred our but regreted saying it as everyone was now looking at her with a face that seems to sound like ' are you serious' face.
Misa, who had been quietly watching the exchange, chimed in to help kamiya from the awardness"You know, for someone who lives alone. you're doing pretty well so far.
Aki smiled softly, glancing at Yuki who was now happily swaying to the music. "I guess... I want a little sister.... BUT kamiya san I am still 15 so kids are out of questions ."
Hearing aki exclamation some brushed into laughter while kamiya varied herself on the sofa out of imbaressment.
"Aki-nii," Yuki suddenly said, her voice full of excitement. "How do you sing so well? I want to learn from you!"
Aki blinked, surprised by her sudden enthusiasm. "You want to learn to sing?"
Yuki nodded eagerly. "Yeah! You're so cool on stage. I want to sing like you."
Aki couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness. "Alright, alright. I'll sing for you tomorrow, okay? We'll practice together."
"Really?" Yuki's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Really," Aki confirmed, ruffling her hair again. "We'll have our own little concert."
Shikimori, who had been sitting quietly until now, leaned in with a smile. "You've got a great voice, Aki. It's no wonder Yuki chan so inspired."
Seely, sitting nearby, puffed up her chest proudly. "Of course! Aki's sama is the best. He's a natural !" She beamed, clearly enjoying the praise on his behalf.
Aki chuckled at Seely's reaction, feeling the tension finally dissolve as he sat with the group, enjoying the warmth of their company. The earlier awkwardness was fading away, and the room felt much lighter now. His eyes drifted back to the stage, where Ai and the rest of B Komachi were in full swing, captivating the audience with their synchronized moves and harmonizing vocals.
Suddenly, Ai, the center of the group, stepped forward with a radiant smile after finishing their second song. She raised her hand, getting the crowd's attention, her voice ringing out confidently:
"Everyone, get ready for our next song... Idol!"
As the opening notes played, Aki could feel the energy shift in the room. The song, with its catchy beat, was different—it wasn't just any performance. It felt like a reflection of something deeper, something that went beyond the surface glitz and glamour of idol life. Aki specifically gave this song to Ai, as her whole life was on this song in the anime.
The lyrics rolled out, Ai's voice clear and melodic, yet there was an almost cynical undertone that cut through:
"Trolling the media with an invisible smile,
I want to know the mysterious secret...
Even her flaws are her own area, you are perfect and a liar,
You are a genius, Idol-sama!"
Aki sat up, intrigued. The song was addressing the very reality everyone in the room knew too well but rarely talked about openly. The life of an idol—crafted, perfected, and, often, full of hidden truths.
Ai continued, her voice taking on a playful but knowing edge as the crowd remained eerily silent, hanging onto every word:
"What did you eat today? What's your favorite book?
Where would you like to go for fun?"
She paused before answering, a sly smile curling her lips:
"I haven't eaten anything... that's a secret."
The audience stirred, clearly understanding the subtext. Aki glanced around, noticing the shift in expressions. Everyone knew the life of an idol was built on layers of carefully constructed lies—saying what fans wanted to hear, hiding the truth to maintain the perfect image.
Ai continued, her voice effortlessly navigating through the complex emotions:
"No matter what they ask,
You effortlessly avoid...
So matter-of-fact, but brilliant,
That barely visible secret is the taste of honey."
Aki could feel the unease in the air. This was the part of idol life everyone acknowledged but never discussed openly. The relentless scrutiny, the need to maintain a flawless facade, and the constant lying to protect their careers. It was an open secret, but hearing it sung so blatantly struck a nerve with the audience.
The crowd, which had been loud and energetic throughout Aki's and Ado's performances, was now eerily quiet. The hall was filled with silent admiration, but also a sense of melancholy. Everyone present was a fan of idols, and hearing this brutally honest depiction of their lives made them pause, reflecting on what it truly meant to live in the spotlight.
The lyrics continued, cutting deeper:
"You steal away everyone's eyes,
You are the perfect idol, the ultimate idol.
Never to be seen again, the reincarnation of the evening star."
The audience remained entranced, as Ai sang with a bittersweet smile. Her words, though laced with the playful charm of an idol, carried a weight that resonated with everyone. Aki could see the understanding in the eyes of the fans around him. They knew the pressures of being an idol, the lies told to protect reputations. Many had seen their favorite stars' careers crumble when the truth slipped out—relationships, scandals, and more.
But Ai kept going, her voice strong and unwavering:
"With your smile and words of love,
You made everyone fall for you.
Those eyes, those words—even if they're a lie,
It's a perfect love."
As she finished the verse, the room stayed silent, except for a few who couldn't help but murmur in awe. Aki watched the audience's reaction with curiosity. There were no cheers, no loud applause—just a quiet understanding. This was no ordinary idol song. It was an open commentary on the industry itself, and the fans could feel it.
Ai took a deep breath, a hint of embarrassment crossing her face, but she pressed on. This song had been Aki's idea after all, and she had agreed to perform it.
"Yeah, yeah, she's special," one of the other group members sang with a teasing tone, trying to break the heavy atmosphere.
"We're just an afterthought," another chimed in, playfully referencing their roles as the backup to Ai's shining star.
"That's right," Kyun sang, embodying the voice of a jealous hater, crushing on her idol. "It's all because of her! How cheeky, how could there be no envy or jealousy? That's why I can't forgive you! I can't forgive you for not being perfect. I can't forgive myself either.
I will never accept anyone but you, the strongest of all!"
The audience sat frozen, digesting the weight of Kyun's part, where she embodied the voice of an envious fan—one who could neither forgive the idol for her perfection nor forgive herself for falling short of that ideal. Her voice, raw and cutting, stirred something deep in the hearts of the listeners.
Her voice was filled with bitterness and admiration, reflecting the turmoil of an obsessed fan who struggles with her idol's unattainable perfection.
As the final words rang out, Kyun, with a fierce look on her face, raised her microphone once more and led the crowd in a final chant:
"The one everyone believes and worships,
You are the strongest and invincible idol!
I don't see any weakness in you,
You are truly the embodiment of the evening star!"
The crowd, still reeling from the intensity of the lyrics, joined in slowly at first, then louder. They shouted the words in unison, their voices full of admiration, reverence, and a strange mix of awe and discomfort. The complexity of emotions it stirred—love, envy, worship—left everyone in a collective state of reflection.
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I left out the best part of the song ....
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