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FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2024-07-17 09:05 am (UTC)They’d been briefed about the outlines of their relationship, of course. Fed a first meeting story, acceptable pet names, appropriate levels of affection, all that. This was a risk for their bosses, after all, and they wouldn’t want a scandal on the pretty duo that was the face for NHN’s acquirement of seven main idol agencies and also Misa-Misa.
The official story, by the way, held that Kiyomi had been the one to ask Misa out, “charmed utterly by her beauty,” which Misa thought was sweet. Kiyomi disagreed. “As if I’d ever be so shallow,” she muttered while they stepped out of the limo.
“Oh, babe,” Misa said — quiet enough for the reporters to miss, but not for Kiyomi. “You’re plenty shallow.”
Kiyomi almost, almost glowered at her. Then she apparently remembered herself and pasted on her blandest smile.
Boring, Misa thought. They really shouldn’t have gotten Kiyomi Takada for this. She was good at keeping calm, sure, but she wasn’t an actor. Not like Misa.
Still, something about that crack in the mask made her stomach flutter.
The reporters had already been briefed to wait inside, but Misa spotted a few crouching in the bushes anyway. Creeps. She turned to Kiyomi—
And Kiyomi grabbed her hand.
This was entirely expected. Hand-holding was outlined within the acceptable codes of conduct; even a kiss on the cheek was okay. But Misa startled. Kiyomi’s bloodred nails dug almost-but-not-quite painfully into her palm.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Kiyomi whispered.
Oh. Ohhh. Oh, it was on.
“Yes, of course,” Misa whispered back, and stroked the flat of her thumb over Kiyomi’s knuckles. Reassuring, kind. “It’s just… been a while since any press events.”
“Well, we’ll be in it together,” Kiyomi said. Misa was quite sure she was the only one who could see the spark of cold, calculated brilliance in those brown eyes. “So don’t worry, love. Alright?”
And now I smile up at her, vulnerable but sincere…
“…Alright,” Misa said, and raised on her tiptoes to plant a kiss directly on Kiyomi’s forehead. Thankfully for their managers, she’d worn stain-free lipstick; Misa kind of wished she hadn’t, now. She’d love to see what Kiyomi’s face would look like with the imprints of Misa’s kisses all over her.
And there was the glower. Just for a split-second, before it was coolly tucked back into the facade of the professional yet devoted girlfriend.
Misa didn’t grin, but it was a close thing.
“Now let’s go in,” Kiyomi said softly.
Finally, Misa thought. Let the games begin.