She is lucky there is somebody who is looking out for her so much. When Mamoru died, their mutual friends did their best to help her out. But everybody was in pain too. They could not focus their attention on her when they are grieving as well. She cannot expect anybody else to understand the pain she is going through. Atsuro was the only other person who knew Mamoru was sick, but she could not rely on him due to what happened. She was backed into a corner and did not know what to do.
For so long, she was in pain and could not breathe. She spent many days in agony, with pain in her chest. It hurts, it hurts so much.
Ever since she came to Tokyo, Sumire realized she could breathe again. She no longer felt suffocated. The main reason for that is undoubtedly this person who is beside her.
Yuhi picked many outfits for her; some were somewhat questionable. But Sumire could not say anything since it gained everybody's approval. The blonde wig on her head felt heavy; she was not used to it. Whoever made it, made it well, and she could not tell it was fake at all. But the more well-made something is, the more consequences there are.
Yuhi squeezed her hands. "You okay?"
"Im fine."
"Alright." Yuhi did not seem convinced but he did not say anymore. "Just follow my lead for the poses, yeah?"
Sumire nodded and did as he said.
The first few poses were rather simple since the theme was sweet love. But the ones afterwards slowly tested her patience. Yuhi and her were far too close; some of them involved them breaking boundaries that she would not normally. Is this truly for a magazine? Then again, she probably thinks this way because she has never done any modeling before.
Her thoughts broke off when Yuhi brushed his lips against her ear. "You're too stiff." He mumbled. "Calm down."
That is easier said than done. How can anybody calm down in this situation? Sumire took a deep breath. Why doesn't she look at this situation differently? She is only a substitute; it is okay for her to make a mistake. Nobody will blame her, because, in their eyes, she has nothing to do with this industry.
Moreover, if that female model did not get hurt, then that person would be the one doing this with Yuhi right now. The mere thought of that made her feel very strange. How many modeling jobs has Yuhi had since he debuted? How close did he get with other people? Sumire frantically shook her head. If she overthinks it, she won't be able to concentrate.
Her gaze fell on the rest of the crew members. What do they think of this situation? The random girl who came with Yuhi is acting as a sub. Sumire felt very uncomfortable knowing that all these people were watching her. But before she gets an attack, Yuhi would give her hands a reassuring squeeze. Nearly all the poses involved them holding hands; she wondered whether that was a coincidence.
"Sumire." Yuhi suddenly said. "The next pose is a bit difficult, but do not overthink it."
What is he ta— her thoughts broke off when he led her to the prop wall. She took a few steps back, and her back hit the wall. Her eyes widened when he leaned forward. Sumire did not think he would kiss her; it was just a photo shoot, not a movie. So when he did lean forward, she was very surprised.
It was a normal kiss, but she could not process in her head why he was kissing her. The kiss lasted a good five minutes before Yuhi pulled away.
She froze. Why did Yuhi kiss her?
"That was great, you two!"
"Yeah."
Sumire still couldn't believe what just happened there. What on earth was that all about? But she did not get a chance to voice those thoughts out since Yuhi grabbed her hand and told the director they would go on their lunch.
Once they were further away from everybody, Yuhi let go of her hand and bows. "Sorry."
"Was that part of the shoot?" Sumire asked calmly. She does not want to jump to conclusions.
Yuhi looked away. "It was, and it wasn't."
Sumire immediately understood what he was talking about. The director must have requested it after learning they were a couple. It is a good thing that nobody noticed her reaction; otherwise, their cover would be blown by now. She still felt strange about the whole thing. He not only kissed her but in public too. If they were a couple, she would not mind as much. But their current relationship is very vague.
"Next time, warn me," Sumire said.
That was all she told him. It would be wrong of her to say she forgives him when she doesn't. Whenever Yuhi kisses her, she does not feel any emotions. Just now, he caught her off guard a bit, but it is still the same. Ever since Tsueno Mamoru passed away, it feels like she has lost a part of herself. Her gaze fell on Yuhi, who still kept his head low.
"Say, is the cafeteria here any good?"
Yuhi lips curve to a smile. "It is, but it would be a waste not to take advantage of this weather."
...…..
XX Entertainment - Top Floor
The view was very impressive. Sumire has learned by now that Terashima Yuhi knows the best places to go to for a good view. Instead of a proper roof, the ceiling is a huge glass dome. Even though the weather was cold, she could not feel it at all. Well, insulated dome and the red leather seats make this place ideal. Yuhi got them a spot right at the very center, which earned people's attention. Thankfully, not too many people were around; they already attracted enough attention as it is.
Yuhi asks her what she wants, and Sumire randomly points to dishes on the menu. She picked randomly since her thoughts lingered on the kiss from earlier. It was hard for her to forget. Usually, when Yuhi kisses her, she could detach herself from him. But because it was so abrupt, she could not help but think of it.
When he did that, she wonders what was going on in his head. Is it that easy for him to kiss people, or maybe it was just because it was her?