Sumire tugged on his clothes. "Even now, what are you wearing? Who are you trying to impress?"
Yuhi felt happy, but at the same time, he felt very wronged. He honestly didn't go to the club alone deliberately. Initially, he was supposed to go with Shin. But an emergency arose in the SF, and Shin had to take a team to head to the location.
This was the perfect time to catch those girls off guard and gather some evidence; he did not want to lose this opportunity. It ought to be okay as long as he did not drink too much. Unfortunately for him, the moment people realized it was him, it was hard to getaway.
Seeing Sumire still fuming with anger, he leaned down and kissed her.
It did not take long before she had her arms wrapped around his neck. "Yuhi, we are in public stupid."
"Isn't it okay? It's crowded."
Although a few people passing by did stare, nobody looked for long.
"Mm," Sumire pressed her lips against his. "I guess so."
His lips curved to a smile as he ran his hands through her back. "Do you want to get something to eat? We can relax for a bit."
Sumire nodded. "Alright."
She drew back from him; the split second where she was not in his arms felt very uncomfortable. He watched her back disappearing through the crowd, and his gaze fell on his hands.
'Just now, I really wanted to attack her.'
His thoughts broke off when somebody passed him a drink. He turned and spotted a woman with purple-colored hair wearing a midnight blue floral print kimono.
"Asuka."
"The captain wanted to go to the shrine. He said this was a good opportunity to strengthen our bonds. Sora looked like he wanted to kill him and the other members who planned to go anyway said they can't flirt with the captain around."
Yuhi's sweat fell. That guy may be strong, but his subordinates know how weird his personality is.
"I heard what happened the other night."
'Is she going to lecture him?'
"I certainly hope it does not become a habit. Futaba heard of the news, and she was livid, saying, 'Terashima is no good after all.' Did you know the media was following you? They managed to get some shots of you drunk and surrounded by women."
Huh?
"But there hasn't been any news-" Yuhi trailed off when he saw her expression.
"It seems your on good terms with a reporter. He dropped us a message, and we got rid of the images for you."
"I see, thanks."
He knew how sensitive Sumire became when it came to the media.
"I managed to delay Futaba coming here insisting she needs to stay in Star town to watch over Aki. However, Yuhi. You need to be careful with your actions. If you do anything to upset Sumire, Futaba will make things hard for you."
"Is their friendship that strong? Where was this friend when Sumire was suffering?"
"She was also grieving."
"Hah, I see that's how strong their friendship is."
"Yuhi, you cannot criticize people for not helping Sumire. Mamoru played a huge role in people's lives-"
"I don't care," Yuhi said harshly. "For me, the only thing that is important is Sumire."
Ever since they were younger, that has been the case, which will never change no matter how much time passes by.
"The reality is, when Sumire needed people by her side the most, all you guys could do was watch as she locked herself up in Mamoru's home. Nobody thought to stay with her or even check on her daily. How could you leave her alone in that state?" Yuhi shook his head. He felt angry just thinking about it.
"Kou and the others were on tour that time, and when they came back, they managed to persuade her to go to a hospital. At the very least, they did something. So, I will not blame them. You and Atushi also did your part. But the rest of them? They better not come here pretending they care about her."
He already knew about Momoi Futaba. He knew how close she was with Sumire. But, so what?
"If that woman even dares to step foot in Tokyo, don't blame me for what happens."
Is he being too ruthless? So what. All he cares about is Sumire.
Asuka was about to say something when he felt somebody hug him from the back again. "It's alright, Yuhi."
It was Sumire; it seemed like she had overheard their conversation.
Yuhi sighed deeply, and he turned to Asuka. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up.
"No, it just shows how much you love her. I am relieved." Asuka turned to Sumire. "Happy new year. I hope we get on some more shows together."
"That would be nice."
With those words said, the purple-haired woman left. He turned to Sumire, expecting her to be angry but instead, what greeted him was a soft pair of lips.
"Thank you so much, Yuhi."
Yuhi immediately understood what she meant by those words. Right, she probably resisted this entire time. She held herself back from blaming her friends. It must have been difficult for her.
He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Where is the food? I'm hungry."
Sumire laughed. "I was searching for a table, one of my fans saw me and immediately gave up his seat. It's in a nice quiet corner too."
'A male fan?' Yuhi shook his head. He needs to control his jealousy. But the fact that Sumire was alone with a male fan for even a second disturbed him greatly.
Sumire leads him to the area. Bamboo trees and a gorgeous lake surrounded a small shrine there. There was a small table enough for two people in the center.
He silently thanked the male fan in his head.
He didn't know there was an area like this on the shrine grounds.
"Let's eat." Sumire clapped her hands into prayer, and Yuhi simply stared at the dishes on the table.
'How did she carry all of-' Yuhi paused. If her fans noticed her, they probably carried it for her. Geez, she is way too popular. Yuhi did not say his prayer and just watched her for a few minutes.
She truly is like a work of art. Her gorgeous chocolate brown colored hair, jewel-like eyes, porcelain-like skin, and those lips. Lips suitable for kissing.
His thoughts broke off when he felt her gentle hands on his cheek. She looked at him with puffed cheeks.
"Yuhi, stop staring at me."
"Why can't I stare? Your pretty."
"Oh hush you, I look the same as always."
The same as always? Today Sumire wore a gorgeous purple-colored butterfly pattern kimono, with a large white fur collar and huge ribbon on the back. She had her hair tied up with a beautiful silver colored butterfly hairpin.
She looked very good in these clothes, but he got a bad feeling.