All he could think at the time was, how surprising that it should be a girl.
There had been indications that someone was after one of the members of IDOLiSH7--weird messages on SNS, things getting sent to the office, the sort of things you'd expect--but when it had come to light that the weirdness extended to their parents' shop, Mitsuki immediately went into protective older brother mode and focused on Iori. He realized that was probably his biggest mistake right around the time he realized the girl in front of him didn't want an autograph or a selfie.
He didn't even have time to consider whether he should defend himself or not before the decision was out of his hands. Mitsuki's still getting used to the idea of having a bodyguard but he's grateful as he watches Akihiro wrestle the girl down and subdue her enough to contact the office. They'll handle the police and the paperwork, though Mitsuki's not keen to press charges. Somehow, it'll all just go away, which is fine by him. He's keen to just go away, too.
He knows he's unusually quiet and stuck in his own head through the trip out of Tokyo and the rest of the afternoon (barring a moment of pleasure at realizing this little rental has a decent kitchen), but he doesn't realize quite how obvious it is until Akihiro's handing him a glass.
"Ah... thanks. What're we having?" He might know after he tastes it, but his taste in liquor is pretty pedestrian. Mitsuki has a feeling Akihiro's is a little more broad.
this is ~boxsocks, in case there's some other Mitsuki out there
There had been indications that someone was after one of the members of IDOLiSH7--weird messages on SNS, things getting sent to the office, the sort of things you'd expect--but when it had come to light that the weirdness extended to their parents' shop, Mitsuki immediately went into protective older brother mode and focused on Iori. He realized that was probably his biggest mistake right around the time he realized the girl in front of him didn't want an autograph or a selfie.
He didn't even have time to consider whether he should defend himself or not before the decision was out of his hands. Mitsuki's still getting used to the idea of having a bodyguard but he's grateful as he watches Akihiro wrestle the girl down and subdue her enough to contact the office. They'll handle the police and the paperwork, though Mitsuki's not keen to press charges. Somehow, it'll all just go away, which is fine by him. He's keen to just go away, too.
He knows he's unusually quiet and stuck in his own head through the trip out of Tokyo and the rest of the afternoon (barring a moment of pleasure at realizing this little rental has a decent kitchen), but he doesn't realize quite how obvious it is until Akihiro's handing him a glass.
"Ah... thanks. What're we having?" He might know after he tastes it, but his taste in liquor is pretty pedestrian. Mitsuki has a feeling Akihiro's is a little more broad.