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AS THE PRODIGY'S WORDS WASHED OVER THE ROOM, a tear traced a delicate path down her cheek.
"sae..." she whispered, a shy smile blossoming on her lips.
the spotlight shifted, bathing the host in its warm glow. their practiced laugh echoed through the studio, punctuated by a theatrical sniffle.
"is that so, mr. itoshi? no wonder you seemed positively radiant," the host teased, dabbing an imaginary tear with a flourish.
sae's stoic composure flickered briefly, a vein throbbing at his temple.
"haha, no."
but with a sigh, his mask settled back into place. "i wouldn't want to delve into details, wouldn't want to risk displeasing her perfect countenance," he replied, his voice as calm as ever.
questions flowed between them like fleeting fireflies in the bright studio light.
with their cup as a steady companion, the host, an experienced explorer of celebrity shallows, pressed carefully.
eventually, the interview came to an end as the clock struck the hour.
the young prodigy and the host said last goodbyes and practiced smiles.
the afterglow of sae's remarks engulfed y/n as the lights went out.
she vividly replayed every word, every brief expression, a symphony of wordless need.
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when sae's interview came to an end, the studio's sickly smell stuck to him like second skin.
he knew that y/n was waiting inside the hospital's clean walls and empty hours, yet the thought of her motivated him to take action.
with her smile serving as a light in his otherwise sterile surroundings, he wouldn't return empty-handed.
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iMessage Today 5:41pm
you hey, ik the interview already ended but i'll be back by 30
