“...” Takeru’s eyes stare flatly at the uniform in front of him, made of white and black. He looks back up to Reiji’s gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“It’s only for one day, Takeru-kun. You just have to practice with us and come to a fan meeting,” Reiji says softly, hands laced behind his back. And sensing his hesitation, he says - “If anything, it’ll help with your endurance. Being an idol isn’t a walk in the park.”
As if determined to prove him wrong, Takeru snatches the uniform and storms into the nearest changing room. Reiji lets out a quiet laugh, sliding a schedule down onto the table with ‘Fujiwara Takeru’ written on it in neat handwriting.
He slips into his own changing room, the door made of a dark oak with his name on a gold plate. He thinks of how they got to this position - of how he offered to help their captain’s sister by modelling for them if Takeru agreed to be a part of Galaxy Standard for one day. Something akin to mutual interests, of course - they both needed to get money from their sponsors somehow.
Inevitably - he did end up getting his own set of runruly clothes, but he’d much rather wear the Saisei uniforms. The new clothes are nice, and they fit him very well, but it’s something about using clothes made by his rivals that … feels odd. Even if they were on good terms - they’re still rivals, and in Reiji’s last year, Saisei will do all they can to win.
But first - it’s time to train Takeru to be a real idol. The younger lets out a disgruntled huff, and Reiji laughs at that. Certainly, there is a relationship between the two of them, but there is also a fierce determination, one that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Fujiwara-kun is his rival, his most outstanding one, and there is nothing more he wants than to have a good race with Honan.
He slides on his shirt, and pulls open the door to the main room. Takeru’s eyes are roaming the paper, reading through the schedule, with all of Shizuma’s careful notes. Reiji knows already what they say - they’re notations on the events and circumstances, and what Takeru can expect from them. Shizuma is good at understanding people like that - a prime reason why Reiji really prefers him as their relationer.
Reiji draws closer, and he sees Takeru’s face in a state of pure concentration, and he lets a gentle smile rise on his face.
“It may seem like a lot, but it’s really not much. Usually, there are more fan meetings per day,” he says, moving to stand next to the table. “We should meet the others before they start to gossip. When Asuma gets started, there’s no stopping him.”
Reiji’s smile grows a fraction of an centimeter at Takeru’s determined nod, and he nods back before turning around and exiting the room. He trusts that Takeru will follow.
FILL: Team Grandstand, G
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“...” Takeru’s eyes stare flatly at the uniform in front of him, made of white and black. He looks back up to Reiji’s gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“It’s only for one day, Takeru-kun. You just have to practice with us and come to a fan meeting,” Reiji says softly, hands laced behind his back. And sensing his hesitation, he says - “If anything, it’ll help with your endurance. Being an idol isn’t a walk in the park.”
As if determined to prove him wrong, Takeru snatches the uniform and storms into the nearest changing room. Reiji lets out a quiet laugh, sliding a schedule down onto the table with ‘Fujiwara Takeru’ written on it in neat handwriting.
He slips into his own changing room, the door made of a dark oak with his name on a gold plate. He thinks of how they got to this position - of how he offered to help their captain’s sister by modelling for them if Takeru agreed to be a part of Galaxy Standard for one day. Something akin to mutual interests, of course - they both needed to get money from their sponsors somehow.
Inevitably - he did end up getting his own set of runruly clothes, but he’d much rather wear the Saisei uniforms. The new clothes are nice, and they fit him very well, but it’s something about using clothes made by his rivals that … feels odd. Even if they were on good terms - they’re still rivals, and in Reiji’s last year, Saisei will do all they can to win.
But first - it’s time to train Takeru to be a real idol. The younger lets out a disgruntled huff, and Reiji laughs at that. Certainly, there is a relationship between the two of them, but there is also a fierce determination, one that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Fujiwara-kun is his rival, his most outstanding one, and there is nothing more he wants than to have a good race with Honan.
He slides on his shirt, and pulls open the door to the main room. Takeru’s eyes are roaming the paper, reading through the schedule, with all of Shizuma’s careful notes. Reiji knows already what they say - they’re notations on the events and circumstances, and what Takeru can expect from them. Shizuma is good at understanding people like that - a prime reason why Reiji really prefers him as their relationer.
Reiji draws closer, and he sees Takeru’s face in a state of pure concentration, and he lets a gentle smile rise on his face.
“It may seem like a lot, but it’s really not much. Usually, there are more fan meetings per day,” he says, moving to stand next to the table. “We should meet the others before they start to gossip. When Asuma gets started, there’s no stopping him.”
Reiji’s smile grows a fraction of an centimeter at Takeru’s determined nod, and he nods back before turning around and exiting the room. He trusts that Takeru will follow.