Eternal Melody

Two hours later

She did not sleep for long and woke up in the middle of the night. When she opened her eyes, she saw Terashima Yuhi in front of her. He was wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Sumire looked at him, alarmed. The first thing that came to mind was. "You lied to me."

"Huh? No, I didn't."

"Then how did you get in?"

Yuhi sighed. "You're the one who pressed the button and let me in." He pointed to something.

She glanced over and noticed one of her hands still on the call button. She immediately removed it. H--How embarrassing...What was she thinking? Sumire wondered if she pressed it unconsciously or something. But, to think he came running here. She could tell he ran due to the beads of sweat on his face.

"I guess it was a false alarm, but--" Yuhi extended his hand out towards her. "Did you have a nightmare or something, your face is pale."

Sumire looked towards the mirror and confirmed his words. A nightmare, huh? She supposes it was something like that. "Sorry." She apologized. "About just now and making you come here. You can go back now."

"Na, it's cool," Yuhi said. "I mean, even if you're a kid, you're still a pretty girl."

He was joking around and trying to lighten the atmosphere. This person is quite foolish. "Do you always do things like this? Pick up girls and bring them home?"

At that comment, he looked troubled. "Don't make me sound like a weirdo. Honestly, this is the first time. I don't have guests over, so you're the only one who has stayed here too."

Now that she thought about it, the room looked brand new when she came in. The bedsheets and everything. So he had nobody else over before? Why did he ask her to stay then? Is it because he is a nice guy or... "Are you that interested in my voice?"

"Yeah."

So that was the reason? She is a bit disappointed. But then again, him knowing she exists is already good enough. Sumire sighed. "I don't think my voice is amazing or anything, there are many people who can sing better than me."

"Don't sell your short, and you're very good." Yuhi trailed off. She watched as he pulled something out of his pocket. A cigarette and a lighter.

Wait, he smokes?

"Give me that."

"Huh? You want one, but your underage.." Yuhi passed it to her.

"You're underage too," Sumire said and threw it out. "Why don't you take this chance to quit smoking?"

Yuhi looked even more troubled than he did earlier. She found it quite cute.

"You know, now I'm regretting inviting you over."

Sumire laughed. "I think it's too late."

"I know smoking is bad for my health. You might find this strange, but the smoke helps me think better."

"That is strange." Sumire nodded. "But I think I get it," she picked up the lighter on the ground and brushed the dirt from it. She passed it to Yuhi. "Here."

To her surprise, Yuhi put it away. "Well, forget it, you're a weird girl. If you can't sleep, then maybe I should sing for you."

Her eyes brightened when she heard those words. She wanted to hide her excitement, but it clearly showed on her face. Yuhi laughed and ruffled her hair. "It seems to me that you like my voice more than I thought."

She puffed her cheeks, annoyed. "I'm your fan, of course, I like your voice."

"My fan, huh?" Yuhi said. She could not miss the look of sadness that appeared on his face when he said that.

She wonders why a person like him who has everything at such a young age would pull such a face. But even if he has everything, what use is it if.. "If you can't share it with anyone," Sumire said out loud.

Yuhi laughed weakly. "I guess you figured it out, you're a sharp one for a kid."

"Are you lonely?"

"Yeah," Yuhi admitted. "I know you think it is strange for me to be lonely, but that is just how things are. I have everything, wealth, intelligence and fame. I do not have anybody around to restrict my actions and I can do whatever I want. But this type of life is suffocating, what I want is something else. Sometimes I think to myself that I should quit singing."

Her eyes widened when she heard his words. This person is a lot similar to her, such thoughts are conceited of her, but she genuinely thinks that they are the same. Maybe Yuhi sensed it too, and that's why he brought her back.

Who knows what the real reason is? But right now, she does not want to leave his side. These feelings are bizarre. For the past year, she has looked up to this person as his fan, she admired and respected him. But now, her feelings toward him are changing slightly.

Yuhi suddenly pulled her down until they both laid down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck.

W—what? Sumire looked at him, alarmed.

"I guess I may have overdone it a bit."

Sumire noticed his face had turned bright red; he was panting heavily. "Are you sick?" It was a stupid question. Of course, he is sick; he did a seven-hour concert in the snow. She bit her lip, why did he have to save money for? He should think of his health.

"It's okay; this always happens."

What is he talking about now? This always happens? That does not make it okay. Sumire carefully moved him away from her. It was challenging, but she somehow got him to lay down. She quickly left the room and headed out of the door. The place is massive, but she used the paintings as landmarks to navigate, soon she arrived in the central room.

Sumire walked over to the kitchen like area and opened up the fridge. It looks like there are enough ingredients. She looked around for a few things and set the items on the table. She rolled her sleeves up and immediately got to work. Sumire decided on the menu, chicken soup, and some other stuff. A simple meal should do since he is sick.

To think she is here in her idol's home, and cooking… When she returns home tomorrow, she will undoubtedly get lectured. But for now, she wants to stay here and help him. Unlike her, he does not have anybody who could take care of him.

Is she overstepping her boundaries a bit? They are children; during this time, she ought to call an adult over. That would be the most logical thing to do.

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