Anime: Idolish7

Requested by: @Tasya_Rhmdn

(Y/n)'s POV

"Great. That's good, (Y/n)."

Changing my pose, I once again looked at the camera, my stature taking on one of a shy yet curious girl. Lying on my stomach, my chin resting in my hands, I cocked my head to the side as the cameraman snapped yet another shot.

A soft wisp of a smile touched my lips as I changed my position and stared off into the distance. The director held a thumbs up, indicating the end of my photoshoot.

I stood up and thanked everyone for their hard work. A few staff members rushed over to fix my makeup and passed me my bag of clothes. Before I headed to the change room, I caught a glimpse of Trigger's centre, Kujo Tenn, looking my way.

What was he doing here? It did not say in my schedule that an idol would be coming to my photoshoot, whether it be for a meeting or a collaboration.

Changing into black ripped jeans and a yellow shirt with the bottom tied into a knot at the waist, I slipped on my converse sneakers before fixing my hair. Handing the photoshoot clothes back to the staff member who had brought my bag over, I headed to my manager.

"Hey (Y/n), this is Kujo Tenn. Tenn, this is (L/n) (Y/n)," said my manager, Mahiru.

"Pleasure to meet you, Kujo-san."

"Right back at you, (L/n)."

"(Y/n), Tenn, why don't we talk at a cafe?"

I flashed a carefree smile as he gestured towards the exit. Tenn and I headed to the elevator with Mahiru trailing behind us, on a call with who I assumed to be some other managing stuff.

We waited in silence as the elevator headed to the top floor, where all the five-star bars and restaurants were. Following Mahiru into an expensive yet cosy cafe, we chose a spot by the window as the waiter handed us the menu.

Mahiru half-heartedly ordered a macchiato yet I knew that despite how he acted, he had an unusual attachment to the coffee type. Tenn ordered a café au lait while I chose a (f/d).

"Right, the reason I called you out was to discuss your appearance in Trigger's new music video," exclaimed Mahiru.

"Then why isn't your manager here, Kujo-san?"

"Ryuu also has a photoshoot today so our manager asked me to come in his stead while he's there."

"Oh, I see."

Mahiru explained the changes in my schedule, and discussed the running of the shooting with Tenn, who seemed to know all the details off by heart. I sat by and listened intently, occasionally offering a suggestion or two but the matter had already been sorted to a point where my input were just mere ideas.

~45 minutes later~

"Thank you both. I'll see you tomorrow, (Y/n) and Tenn, next week," said Mahiru as he stood up to leave.

"No problem. See you next week," Tenn replied as Mahiru grinned before going away.

I finished off my drink, catching Tenn staring at my face. He immediately cast his gaze elsewhere, his cheeks flushed a slight pink. A small laugh escaped my lips.

"Are you a fan of mine, Kujo-san?"

"Yes, I am. I've been your fan for quite a while now."

I smiled brightly, my radiating happiness drawing his attention in. To think my idol has been a fan of a model such as myself...I felt unbelievably happy.

"Want to go somewhere? You have the day off today, right?"

"Yeah, but are you sure? You don't have any others things to do? I don't want to be wasting your time," he answered hesitantly.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's go, I know just the place. Oh and feel free to call me (Y/n)."

"Then call me Tenn."

I nodded, a secretive smile plastered on my face. Taking the elevator down to the ground floor, I grabbed his hand and led him past the numerous streets and busybodies, making sure to keep my cap lowered.

We made our way through quiet neighbourhoods, where I ran ahead of him. The feeling of the wind rushing against my skin seemed reminiscent of my childhood, where such a game of tag triggered lost memories.

Tenn grinned as he started chasing me, his eyes flashing a challenge. I smirked and pushed myself harder, determined to win. He seemed fuelled by my determination to win and closed the distance between us.

I let out a surprised yell as he caught my arm. The surprise knocked me off balance as we both crashed into the pile of autumn leaves by the side of the road. Soon, a fit of laughter erupted from my mouth as we lay in the leaves.

"That was the most fun I've had in ages."

"Same here," he replied, panting slightly.

"Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a secret."

He stood up and held out a hand for me to take. His slender fingers wrapped around my hand as he pulled me up and into his arms. A dark shade of red coated my cheeks we awkwardly separated.

Passing this stage of awkwardness, I still reached for his hand nonetheless. He interlaced his fingers with mine as we walked in peaceful silence to my secret sanctuary.

Climbing up rigged stairs and going through old, dusty buildings, we soon arrived at my hideout. A couple of pillows and blankets adorned the floor as some overgrown plants decorated the area.

The roof had been demolished with only a sturdy layer of fabric acting as the shelter. Going to a box in the corner, I took out a couple of snacks before gesturing for Tenn to come with me to the ledge.

I could sense his surprise from beside me. Indeed, anyone would be surprised if they laid their eyes on this view of Tokyo. The sun setting just beyond the horizon cast a soft, golden glow over the bustling city.

"This place is beautiful," he commented.

"Yeah, it really is."

"How did you found out about it?"

"My childhood friend and I stumbled across it when we were playing hide and seek back in the day."

"What's that friend doing now?"

"She...passed away four years ago. She had a heart attack but it was...already too late..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I simply shook my head and offered him some pocky. He didn't know so he needn't apologise. I rested my arms on the ledge and stared at the view that spread out below us. A content sigh escaped my lips.

"Do you always come up here?" Tenn asked.

"Whenever I have the chance, yes. You're the only other person who knows about this, so keep it a secret for me, okay?"

"*smiles* Sure thing."

I held out my pinky. A soft blush stained his cheeks as he made a pinky promise with me. Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered softly.

"Don't break it. I take my promises very seriously."

"You can trust me, (Y/n)."