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Kakeru had finished his concert—and he was exhausted. Suddenly, a call from his agency.
“Kakeru speaking,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Ashiya-kun, we found you a new manager.” The voice was cold—no emotion given. “You’ll meet him in the car. His name’s Ohara Yamato.”
“U-understood.” Kakeru said, flopping on the couch. The call hung up, and he quickly changed his clothes. He slung his bag over his shoulder, and put on a mask and sunglasses so no one would recognize him.
His bodyguards accompanied him to the car, and his manager was sitting in the front. “Konnichiwa, I’m Ohara Yamato, your new manager. I assume the company told you?” Yamato’s voice was like velvet, and he seemed like he actually cared. Kakeru’s eyes widened. His manager was really handsome. ”Is this what love at first sight feels like..?” Kakeru’s inner monologue started talking his ass off, and Kakeru was so sure everyone in the car could hear it just by how loud it was.
“Ah- I’m Ashiya Kakeru—I’m sure y-you already knew.” He stammered, even though he was always radiating with confidence.
The car ride was really awkward, the two struggling to make small talk with each other. “So.. what do you do for work?- eh?! I-I meant!- nevermind.” Kakeru said, just giving up on talking completely. “…” He went silent, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. Shit, he’s really handsome.. Kakeru thought, but he snapped out of it. “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!- KAKERU— YOU’RE AN IDOL FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!” He reminded himself, his face going through multiple cycles of emotions.
”Everything alright?” Yamato asked—and Kakeru’s brain short circuited.
“Y-yeah! Everything’s alright—just… thinking about the tour!- Y-yeah.. that.” Kakeru stuttered, unable to look Yamato in the eyes.
The car pulled up to the hotel, and Yamato helped Kakeru take his suitcase out, bringing it to the room. “Hi, I’m here to check-in for 2 rooms under the name Ohara Yamato?” He asked, going through his phone to find the reservation.
”Sorry, we don’t have any reservations under that name,” the staff replied. “But if you want, we have one available room left.” “How many beds are in the room?” Kakeru asked.
“Just one.”
”E-EH?!” Kakeru’s eyes widened. “We’ll take it.” Yamato said, pulling out the company card.
Yamato grabbed the keycard, and gave it to Kakeru. Their fingers touched for a brief second—and both of the men pulled away. Yamato carried Kakeru’s suitcase, bringing it to the elevator.
In the hotel room, Kakeru dug through his suitcase, trying to find his pajamas. “Need help?” Yamato asked. “Y-yeah..” Kakeru admitted, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll find the clothes, you just go shower.”
After Kakeru finished showering, he wrapped a towel around his waist and peeked outside the door. “Uhm.. Yamato-kun, did you find my pj’s?”
“I couldn’t find it, but I have an extra t-shirt and sweatpants if you want.” Yamato responded, giving Kakeru his clothes.
Kakeru put on his manager’s clothes, and he was basically drowning in them.
“W-why are his clothes so big?!- I swear I’m not that much smaller than him…” Kakeru thought, as Yamato’s t-shirt made him seem like a little kid wearing their parent’s clothes. “How tall are you?” Kakeru asked, looking up at Yamato. “180cm, why?”
Ohhh…
Yamato was much taller than Kakeru. “What about you?” Yamato asked, making Kakeru snap out of his thoughts. “O-oh I’m 166cm tall..”
“How old are you again? I’m 26.” Yamato asked. “I’m 20 years old- YOU’RE 26?!” Kakeru yelled out. “Y-you look younger!”
Yamato just smiled, stepping closer to Kakeru and looking down at him. “You sure you’re not rounding your height up?” He tilted his head to the side.
”N-no!” Kakeru looked away, his face feeling hot.
Yamato grabbed his clothes, going into the bathroom before Kakeru could yell something again.
While waiting, Kakeru zoned out and ended up flopping on the bed and staring at the ceiling. “Oh my god- I’m actually going to share a bed with HIM?!” Kakeru thought, the picture of Yamato’s face stuck in his head.
Yamato got out of the shower his damp hair sticking on his forehead.
He sat across from Kakeru, lying down on the bed. Kakeru visibly tensed up, and turned away from Yamato.
“HE’S SO CLOSE- WHAT DO I DO?!”
Kakeru’s heart was thumping so hard in his ears he was so sure Yamato could hear it.
Kakeru just shut his eyes and forced himself to sleep. “This is just for one night.. The bed is a queen Kakeru, you can move closer to the edge.” He scooted closer to the edge, hoping that he could move further away from Yamato.
Thump. Great. Kakeru fell off the bed instead.