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Well, that's a hell of a way to start a new job.

Looking after idols was supposed to be a step down on the difficulty scale. They're not supposed to have enemies or risky connections, especially not relatively new ones like this. The only real obstacle is supposed to be personality quirks and the one Akihiro had been assigned to seemed pretty easy to manage. At least he hadn't ended up shadowing the loud blond one or the sickly redhead. Both of them seem like a pain for very different reasons.

But somehow this guy already has a stalker, the sort of stalker that corners him when he's supposedly alone with a roll of duct tape in her bag, a pair of scissors slipped up her sleeve, and fuse that's already lit and burning down fast. The scuffle had only taken a few seconds to resolve but it had clearly left quite the impact on his charge. That's the only reason he can figure that the two of them are all the way out in Hinohara now, laying low in some rental house or another until Mitsuki feels up for heading back.

Well, Akihiro won't complain. It's basically a vacation for him, too, considering that watching after someone in tiny little village is much easier than doing the same thing in Shinjuku or Shibuya or anywhere else idols tend to preform. It's quiet and he has booze and the guy he's watching is easy enough to get along with. He's set to have a pretty good week, and that means it's hard for him to maintain any veneer of professionalism. So when they're settled in after dinner and the sun is most of the way below the horizon, it only feels natural to offer Mitsuki a cocktail with a casual, "Here."

... Wait, is this kid old enough to drink? Well... whatever.

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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.

"Gin and juice." The gin is a decent one that goes down smooth, with a sharp taste and a clean finish, and the juice is... well, juice. Even before Akihiro had offered he'd figured Mitsuki isn't likely to be a seasoned drinker, and in his experience this is a good combination for newbies. Even so, he'd made sure to mix Mitsuki's lighter than his own.

Still, Mitsuki's mood throughout the day hasn't been lost on Akihiro. It puts him in a slightly strange position. On one hand he know getting too chummy too fast tends to complicate a guard and client relationship in a hurry, but he also knows that switching off too soon after literally saving Mitsuki's life is apt to give the poor guy a complex. He ultimately cares more about doing his job 'right' than being strictly professional at all times. It's a weird line to walk, but he usually manages it, so as he takes a seat across from Mitsuki he speaks up.

"I'm here as your bodyguard, but I don't mind helping out with other things, too." That might be a little too vague, actually. After a moment, he adds, "If it'll keep you from stressing out, I don't mind grabbing food or running errands for you while we're here." Akihiro is well aware that an unscrupulous client would just abuse the privilege, but he's not too concerned. This kid doesn't seem like the sort to be a pain in the ass. Even if he is Akihiro can just request a transfer later, and in the meantime he'll be happy. Happy clients make for calm clients, and calm clients are easier to guard.

Mitsuki takes a sniff then looks at Akihiro for a second. "More like juice and gin?" It's wry, much more teasing than negative, though; he's used to this kind of thing and Akihiro doesn't really know him well enough yet to know any differently. Besides, Mitsuki's not really interested in getting drunk. This will do nicely. He lifts his glass a little in Akihiro's direction once he's sitting.

"Kanpai!" He starts to drink as Akihiro speaks. The offer's kind of nebulous at first--what kind of other things?--but the follow up clarifies it a lot. Mitsuki thinks about it for a minute, rolling a mouthful of the drink around.

"It'd be nice to have more food and I think I forgot my cell phone charger, but... not tonight. What's here is plenty for tonight and tomorrow morning." He's surprised at how much he doesn't want to be alone, even though nothing about how Akihiro spoke indicated he was about to grab his car keys or anything. They haven't known each other very long but the emotion is quite specific: he doesn't want Akihiro to leave.

It's embarrassing, too. He's supposed to be an adult man! What is this weak feeling? Mitsuki knocks back the rest of the drink and has his best MC smile on by the time the glass is lowered. "Besides, I think you did enough for one day, huh? Bet you weren't expecting to start off with such a bang!"

"Ah... guilty." He doesn't actually looks like he feels guilty, but going by Mitsuki's reaction he can admit that he probably underestimated him. He should probably know better - no one ever gets him a second look, after all - but it's not like assuming the guy's a lightweight hurts anything besides maybe his pride. Besides, there's still always the option of refills. So Akihiro lifts his glass to mirror Mitsuki's, though he only gives him a brief nod instead of repeating the cheer.

Not tonight, huh? Akihiro is alright with that, he decides. Mitsuki's right that they've got enough to last them. It's not like they're gonna starve, and worst-case scenario Akihiro can just drive an hour and a half back to Tokyo proper and grab some things from a 24-hour store.

... That sounds like hell, actually. He's glad Mitsuki's pretty agreeable. As for his interesting first day, Akihiro lets out a soft snort.

"You have no idea. Guarding idols is supposed to be easier than politicians." Clearly not. He's always heard plenty of stories about... well, crazy stalkers like the one he had to deal with the other day, but everyone at his agency had made it pretty clear those were all fringe cases, especially in the case of relatively new groups like he's been hearing this one is. Even his boss had said his luck must be insanely bad when he told her about what happened. "Guess it'd cause trouble if you guys tried to defend yourselves, too..." He'd heard that, too. Something about the importance of maintaining a non-violent persona. He guesses idols have it pretty rough, too.

It's nice that he admits it. Mitsuki appreciates that, rather than trying to deflect it or say that it's for Mitsuki's own good. Akihiro's honest, then, and it seems like he's not going to be patronizing. It immediately makes Mitsuki feel more comfortable and it shows; his shoulders relax a little, as does his hand around his glass.

He hadn't even realized he was that tense, but this one of if not the first time he's really gotten to hang out with his bodyguard like this. He knows it's a professional relationship but all the other professional relationships in his life are pretty friendly. There's no reason this one can't be too, provided he can get Akihiro to like him well enough.

"You've guarded politicians? I would've thought we'd be easier too compared to that." He just shrugs. "I never figured it'd be me having something like this happen. Riku or Nagi, sure, maybe even Tamaki, but me?" Mitsuki tries to stay realistic about his appeal and about IDOLiSH7's relative level of fame and neither of those things should've led to him having a stalker. No denying it happened, though.

"Yeah, we have to keep all our interactions as friendly as possible and getting a girl like that in a headlock wouldn't really qualify. Unless that's what she was looking for but..." Yeah, he doesn't want to go too much farther down that particular rabbit hole. "I didn't even think we were going to need bodyguards at first, but I'm glad you were there."

"Never anyone big, but yeah. Most of it was temporary stuff while they were traveling abroad." Those jobs had also been a bit like babysitting, hadn't they? "We get more CEOs as clients than anyone else, though." Well, at least Mitsuki is starting to relax. That's a good thing. It makes him feel a little bit like a babysitter, but he finds himself hoping Mitsuki is at least able to get a decent night's rest.

Granted, Mitsuki's next comments about his desirability as a target gets a pause out of Akihiro, but he shrugs it off a moment later. That seems like a subject he doesn't quite want to address right this second. Talking about the weird, rigid expectations placed on idols seems like a much safer bet.

"Sounds like a pain. Guess it must be worth it, though." Or else Mitsuki wouldn't stick with it. And... huh. Well, if Mitsuki seems so relieved, it's probably okay to tell him directly. "Since you were targeted so openly, I'll be sticking closer to you than usual even once we're done here." And he realizes that might come across as kind of intimidating, so he clarifies, "What I mean is, I'll make sure you don't have to worry about being unfriendly." Cause he'll be around to handle that part.

"Oh, so you've traveled a lot? What kind of places?" If it's a politician traveling abroad then no matter how Akihiro classes them, they have to be at least a halfway big deal. It's interesting, hearing about the kinds of jobs he's had before this. It gives him a different way of looking at Akihiro too, as someone more cosmopolitan.

"It is, or at least most of the time it is. My whole job is to make people happy, and normally it's the best feeling in the world. Someone like that, though, you can't know what kind of thing would make them happy." Probably not anything that'd make Mitsuki happy, that's for sure. He loves his work but this wasn't an aspect of it he'd ever considered. Rehearsals and wirework could be dangerous. Just walking down the street, not as much.

The revelation makes Mitsuki pause but then he nods. It makes sense that his bodyguard would be more vigilant now but it's still a feeling Mitsuki has to get used to. It's one thing to work to garner people's attention but it's another to suddenly have a sense that that makes him more important or valuable. "Well, I'll be in your care then. I'm not sure how close bodyguards usually stay but you can be as close as you need." That... sounds a little awkward, at least to his ears. "Or as close as you think you should be, anyway. I never worried about people being unfriendly before today, after all, so I'm trusting your judgement on this."

He stands after that, glass still in his hand. "I think I'm going to have another. Did you want anything?"

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"Mostly China and Korea. Been to America a couple times, though, and I went to Russia once." All of the big, important trading partners, basically, though he barely knows a damn about economics. "Only other language I can speak is Chinese, but it turns out so can lots of other people." So in the end it works out pretty well for him, even if he hadn't been able to enjoy his trips very much. Work and all that.

He's starting to think maybe his work wasn't so bad, though. At least he could go into work expecting that some asshole might try to deck him and be pretty sure his clients wouldn't. Practicing for hours and getting up on stage to make someone happy just to have some lunatic try to stab him sounds like a shitty time.

Drinks, though. This conversation is getting real depressing real fast, so he's only too happy drain his glass, to rise to his feet, and follow after Mitsuki.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure what." So he'll look at what they have. And... well, he gives Mitsuki a grin, crooked but genuine. "Besides, may as well see how you mix 'em for yourself." So that he doesn't keep giving him baby drinks.

Not that he wasn't paying attention before, but Mitsuki perks right up when Akihiro mentions having traveled to America. "Did you get to see much of America? What was that like?" Of course there are dreams of a world tour some day but for now IDOLiSH7 are pretty small time, so the odds of him seeing somewhere that far away any time soon are slim.

He makes his way to the kitchen, starting to investigate the cabinets both out of curiosity in general but also to find the gin. "I'm better at ordering than mixing but I still know what gin tastes like." His answering grin up at Akihiro gives the lie to his slightly huffy tone; it's all in jest, right?

The gin itself has been left on the counter - it's sloppy, Akihiro knows, but he figures if they're tipsy they're way more likely to drop the bottle trying to get it out of the cabinet over and over again - but the cabinets reveal a moderate stash of vodka, rum, and whiskey, the last of which Akihiro asks Mitsuki to pass over. They've been given full run of the house and the's technically working overtime, so he may as well take advantage of it. Though when Mitsuki makes his comment about knowing the taste of gin Akihiro gives his new favored bottle a nod.

"More reason to change it up then, right?" Maybe he shouldn't be encouraging his charge to switch from one hard liquor to another, but to hell with it. If it makes him happy then it makes him happy, and even if he won't let himself think about it too long he's noticed that Mitsuke's got a cute smile. It'll be nice to see more of it.

America, though. Akihiro can talk about that plenty.

"I mostly just saw California, but we went to New York a couple times. Americans are..." Huh, how does he say this without sounding like an asshole. "... really chatty. They'd strike up conversations on the elevator, or talk on their phones on the trains, but everyone was really friendly, too, like they'd known me for a few months even though we just met. So I guess they weren't really rude. Just loud." Privately, he's kind of glad he had the excuse of not understanding much English. He's aware of his own tendency to withdraw in group settings. "It's huge, too. North to south it's about the same distance from Sapporo to Okinawa, but a flight from Los Angeles to New York was almost twice as long."

Mitsuki hands over the whiskey then eyes it uncertainly when Akihiro suggests it. "Change is good..." He looks from the bottle to Akihiro, less uncertain and more thoughtful. He's trying to establish a particular level of maturity here but his bodyguard doesn't seem like the kind guy who'll judge him for having to discard a little of that. "I've never had whiskey, though, so I'm taking your word for it!" Hopefully his enthusiasm makes up for the gap in his experience. He abandons his search for a new drink in favor of getting down a clean glass. If he were at home, he'd rinse this one, but dirty dishes are a problem for future Mitsuki.

He moves closer, looking up as he listens, fascinated by the description of America. It says a lot about what Akihiro values, too, because some parts of that don't sound so bad to Mitsuki. Only some, though. "That'd take some getting used to. I like talking to people, even strangers, but you have to be respectful too. Nobody wants to hear your private conversation while they're on the train. Don't they get embarrassed?" At least, he would, but his job requires him to be different in public and in private.

"Movies make Los Angeles and New York look like completely different countries sometimes, so it's not surprising, but it's hard to imagine travelling for that long. Then again, even just the flight to get to America is something like ten hours long, right?"

Never had whiskey, huh? Akihiro gives it a moment of thought and then nods, grabbing a can of coke to split between their glasses. This time he gives both of them the same liquor-to-mixer ratio. The question about embarrassment just gets a shrug out of Akihiro - near as he could tell not many people cared - but the observation about movies gets another grin out of him. He leans against the counter as Mitsuki moves closer, offering one of the two drinks out.

"They felt like different countries. Los Angeles is warm and humid like Tokyo, but New York was a lot more mild. The people weren't as relaxed, either. Kinda like going to Minato versus going to Ikebukuro." Except half a day's flight apart, instead of half an hour train ride apart. He nods at the question on the flight distance, though he doesn't elaborate any further. He hasn't missed Mitsuki's obvious interest in the country, however, so he skips on elaborating further for the moment. "You seem pretty interested. Hoping to go one day?"

Beer and sake do the job just fine more often than not but he's learning to appreciate liquor too, including a minor expansion of his horizons tonight. He's glad it's coming with a mixer, though, and he nods to Akihiro as he takes the glass. He sniffs at it--Coke bubbles with a definite liquor aroma--then sips. It's definitely stronger; this one's not going to go nearly as fast at the gin and juice. He cradles the glass in his hands as he leans next to Akihiro, still looking up at him.

Maybe it's just the circumstances of the job, but Mitsuki's not sure he's ever seen him smile this much. It's nice and keeps Mitsuki smiling, too.

"Hmm, yeah, eventually! We'd have to get really, really famous to tour all the way over there, but just a vacation would be fun too. Maybe even moreso, since if it was work I wouldn't be able to have very much downtime. You probably didn't get to either, huh?" He laughs and tilts his head. "Or do you always get to hang out drinking with your clients?"

Ah, busted again. When Mitsuki asks his question Akihirio doesn't quite look guilty or uncomfortable, but it's clear Mitsuki's touched on subject that isn't entirely something he likes to joke about. Almost everyone he's worked for before is used to having a bodyguard. It makes sense that Mitsuki wouldn't know most of the ins and outs, but having to explain is still a strange, new experience. Leaving him in the dark won't work, though.

"Well... one guy went a whole month before he realized my name was Akihiro, not Akihito." That had been pretty awkward, really, but he doesn't mind bringing it up now as an example. "But whoever works for you after me probably won't do this. It's not exactly against the rules, but most guys in my line of business think it's better if we keep our distance a little." Obviously he doesn't, though he also doesn't elaborate on why. "It's not like I'll get fired unless I really screw up or you say you want me gone, but... uh, well. Maybe don't tell my boss about this." At 'this' he gestures with his glass. Shooting the shit with Mitsuki is fine, but sharing a drink is going to get him yelled at.

Oh well. Won't be the first time.

Ohhhh no. Mitsuki can feel the whole atmosphere change after his question. He didn't want to do that but even before Akihiro speaks, he understands that he crossed some kind of line. Considering how important boundaries are in his own profession, he feels a little like he should've anticipated that, but Akihiro doesn't seem upset. He also doesn't back off, and Mitsuki's almost embarrassed at how relieved he is by that.

The name thing just has him making a face--clearly the client wasn't Japanese--but it turns into a proper frown when Akihiro starts talking about whoever comes after or Mitsuki wanting him gone. "What if that's not what the client wants, though? Sure, you work for your own company and my management more than for me, but they're not the ones here right now. You might've saved my life! You deserve a chance to work through that just as much as I do, or at least to unwind with a drink and somebody to talk to." Sure, he's probably projecting a little trying to imagine how he'd deal with laying low like this if he couldn't be casual with Akihiro, but he feels pretty strongly about it regardless. They're safe here. Why can't they both be off the clock?

Actually... "What if I said you were fired until tomorrow morning? Then the rules wouldn't apply."

Mitsuki's vehement support for Akihiro's right to relax and have a drink gets a blink out of him, but a moment later he just smiles instead. He's pretty sure he's less bothered by the whole attempted murder thing than Mitsuki is, but he can also appreciate that Mitsuki's trying to look out of him. As for the matter of employment, however, he shrugs.

"Even if you don't mind and your managers don't mind, my boss still has to think about all of her employees, now and in the future. A lot of prospective clients won't want to work through our agency if they hear we've got a habit of getting too friendly with the people we guard." He pauses for a moment as something occurs to him. "'Course, some people like a bodyguard so much they'll pay a little more just to hire him directly instead of going through us. I had a few coworkers quit for that exact reason."

... Fired until tomorrow, huh? It doesn't actually work that way, of course, but Akihiro gets what Mitsuki means all the same. So he laughs and gives him another nod. Sure. Sounds fun.

"Alright then, Mitsuki." Using his name at all - and never mind without any sort of honorific - feels a little weird, but what the hell? He holds out his glass for a toast. "Here's to throwing out professional boundaries for the evening."

Mitsuki's really only shaken up by what happened if he stops to think about it, but talking about Akihiro's work has him thinking about it, at least a little. Sure, a lot of his gigs may be just accompanying CEOs to other countries, but technically he does risk his life for a living. He deserves to let his hair down, too.

"In that case, if for some reason you stop working for us, I'll have to make sure we exchange numbers! Hopefully it won't come to that, though." Mitsuki certainly has no complaints, anyway.

He knows the contract that has Akihiro protecting him isn't that easily set aside but he's extremely pleased that Akihiro's willing to play along. It feels like the balance between them shifts a bit and he likes that. He lifts his glass and taps it against Akihiro's. "That's more like it! And what happens in the safe house stays in the safe house. Your reputation's safe with me." And then it's bottoms up.

His reputation, huh? Akihiro can't help grin at that, though he tips his glass back as well before he responds. He's starting to feel pleasantly buzzed by now and his tone is relaxed and easy as a result.

"Ah, and I'll make sure no one hears anything that contradicts your cute persona." Is it weird to call him cute? Maybe a little, but Akihiro doesn't think it'll make too much a of a difference. Mitsuki is pretty short, especially compared to the rest of the members of his unit. He probably got typecast as the cute one from the very first day.

He also is actually cute, but it's probably better to not say that flat out. Akihiro isn't going to be the one to cross that line. That other line, though...

"No reason we can't exchange numbers now." He pats his jacket, but he's left his phone on the table. Oh well. "Or-- well, before that, then."

His reputation, his company's reputation, it's all the same thing, more or less. Either way, it's not a concern. Mitsuki knows on some level that he probably shouldn't be so free either but Akihiro's not the only one taking the night off.

That doesn't mean Mitsuki's not going to react to a comment like that, though. "Good, good, as long as you remember it's just a persona. Not that I can't be cute but it's not all I am, you know? I hope some day I can show the fans more of my other sides, but it's too soon now." And that's his cue to push off the counter, intent on making another drink because if he's going to shed the cute persona for the night, he's going to do it properly.

He stops when Akihiro says he doesn't have his phone, though, setting his glass down and getting his own out of his pocket. "Here! You can put your number in mine, then I'll message you. Problem solved." He should probably have it anyway but there hasn't really been a need of it before now, and now it feels more like a social request than a professional one.

"Ah... Got it." Akihiro is a little puzzled and a little amused in response to Mitsuki's little speech, but he thinks he gets it. Or at least 'gets it' in the sense of understanding that Mitsuki takes his job seriously without necessarily letting it define him. Or something like that, probably. Akihiro is pretty sure he gets it either way; it's not like being a bodyguard is all there is to him, nor it is like he fits the stereotype very well.

He takes the phone, adds his number (under Akihiro S., rather than his full name), and then offers his own empty glass over with a joking demand that it's Mitsuki turn to pour. He retreats to the living room just long enough to retrieve his phone, since he should probably have it with him anyway, but when he returns to the kitchen he only lingers in the doorway. They'll probably want to sit down again soon, so there's no sense in getting too comfortable before they return to the living room in earnest.

"Seems like it gets kinda tiring to be acting all the time." Hopefully this subject isn't too heavy, but he hadn't seemed to mind when Akihiro got a little heavy a few moments ago. "It sounds like the bigger you get, the more you have to worry about breaking character in public."

Akihiro's affirmative response is enough for Mitsuki. He's trying to stay aware of himself and his tendency to talk more when he's been drinking, but if he's going to let himself be comfortable he can't be bothered to be too careful.

He glances at the entry before tucking his phone away and taking Akihiro's glass. It seems safe to assume he'll want the same again so Mitsuki retrieves another can of Coke and makes another pair of drinks. The whiskey's right there, why not keep drinking that? Once they're done he offers Akihiro back his glass. It's no stronger than the one he made them earlier; Mitsuki's a quick study. As an afterthought he grabs the bottle before leaving the kitchen. If they're willing to forego the mixer, this will save them both a trip later on.

"It's worth it for the fans. If they're happy, I'm happy. The reverse is true, too, it's hard when people don't like you, but I just want to reach as many people as I can." He's not going to think about the ones who dislike him, not tonight. Instead he nods as he follows Akihiro back toward the living room. "It's hard to find a balance between who you really are and who they want you to be, even if that person is still a part of the real you. The cute one shouldn't be drinking whiskey with a good-looking older guy in a remote cabin, but the real me is doing exactly that, so the cover story is probably that I'm at some onsen or resting at home."

And that is certainly too much talking because it's only when he's done that Mitsuki realizes everything he's just said. It's all true, of course, Akihiro is older than him and he is good-looking, but if he'd been thinking a little more he might have at least tried to find a more sophisticated way to express that. Instead he moves right on without waiting for a reaction, leaning in close to Akihiro's shoulder when he sits down.

"Smile!" There's a phone right there suddenly, waiting for a smile so Mitsuki can get a picture of the two of them together. "For a contact photo."

Akihiro notices Mitsuki grab the whole bottle and arches a brow, though he doesn't look the least bit disapproving. If anything he seems pleased, and he-- wait a minute, good looking? More importantly, older guy? Akihiro doesn't protest right away, in part because Mitsuki moves too fast. Instead he takes the time to smile for the photo (he comes out with an expression that's both pleased and bemused) before he reaches up, rests a hand on Mitsuki's head, and ruffles his fingers through his hair, the gesture a little rougher than is strictly necessary but still friendly despite that.

"You get away with it cause you called me good looking, but older guy?" His tone is despairing, but clearly not actually serious. "I'm only 29, you know. You're still supposed to call me more experienced." With a faint grin, he adds: "Unless you want me to call you the 'cute idol kid' all the time, instead."

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Mitsuki takes a minute to appreciate the photo before lowering his phone, but he doesn't quite get the chance to set it on the table before Akihiro's got a hand in his hair. Apparently his comment didn't go unnoticed. He's caught off guard but only for a minute, then he ducks away from Akihiro's hand. Only far enough to be able to turn to face him, though.

"Oi! I can accept cute but I'm no kid! I may be younger than you but I'm still a man." He's no more serious than Akihiro but with one hand on his hip, he's doing his best to look tough even while grinning (and turning just a little pink, not entirely from the liquor). "Experience is just a matter of opportunity, but you can have the opportunity to experience me kicking your ass if you say that again."

Shit. In an instant, Akihiro knows he pushed too far. Not because Mitsuki is upset, because he isn't, or because Akihiro is lying, because he isn't. But 'fired for the evening' or not, he's probably being way too chummy if he's making Mitsuki blush. But even knowing that, it's hard to care. He's not going to suddenly switch off because, again, that would probably give the poor guy a complex - and he's also pretty sure that Mitsuki's crossing that line of 'too chummy' way more readily than Akihiro himself is. More importantly than that, if Mitsuki is cute when he's smiling he's way cuter when he's blushing.

So maybe he should back down, but he won't. Worrying too much about this sort of thing has never been his style, and he's not going to suddenly start now. So instead he sprawls back against the couch, giving Mitsuki another cocky grin.

"Ahh, really? They teach ass-kicking in idol school now?" He's pretty sure there's no much thing as 'idol school' - though truthfully, he wouldn't be surprised if Mitsuki could regardless. He's short, but that doesn't mean anything. Akihiro's boss isn't any taller and he'd put money on her over himself any day of the week.

Akihiro's not wrong. The agency had given them all a briefing on what to expect of their bodyguards when they started working with them and it included a part about professionalism, but Mitsuki's gotten used to living in the dorm with the other members. Professionalism there means not killing each other but after that, and especially where friendly contact is concerned, the limits are pretty much theoretical. He knows it ought to be different here and it was, for a while. Mitsuki's not too buzzed to know that whatever boundary existed a few hours ago is crumbling fast but he just doesn't care.

"Haha, nope! This is all from the mean streets of Ginza! Hiya!" He steps back and throws a straight punch forward into the air, cradling his glass in his other hand. He's got a strong base when he does it, and chances are it'd actually hurt pretty bad if it connected with anyone, but there's a roughness to it that belies his complete lack of training. Sure, the punch would hurt the target, but with the way Mitsuki locks his elbow means there's a pretty good chance he'd be hurting too.

That's what he gets for trying to show off. Mitsuki's not sure what kind of training, if any, Akihiro's had, but he wants to prove he's more than just a cute face.

this is ~boxsocks, in case there's some other Mitsuki out there

got it! o/

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sorry for the delay, was away at a con!

it's cool! i'm doing that myself in a month so i know how it is

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