Generation of Celebrities [KnB]

The Storm Brewing

        "Himuro-kun." You said as the female clings onto Himuro. You look back at the girl, raising a brow still showing a confused expression. 

"Sorry." you said, "But who are you?"

A fake ill-mannered smile was quickly plastered on her face. Her veins on her hand appears as she clench her fist tightened. "Oh. That's okay. I'm not that surprised. Not surprised at all. Haha." she falsely laugh with a glare piercing at chest. She sighs before smiling, flipping her hair to bring herself up. "The name is Yukihime Shiro. Do not forget it again." She left your gaze, rising to meet eye contact with Himuro. She pulls his arm a little before looking back to you.

"Oh so we met before. Whoops I don't usually remember people's name for the first time." You stuck your tongue out, rubbing your head, winking at her only to see the female shocked and looks even more angered.

She points a finger at you, glaring murderously. "How can you not know the famous Yuki-" The phone coming from Himuro's pocket rang loudly enough for you to near the rest of Yukihime's sentence. 

"Hello?" Himuro asks. His black eyes inspect at you with confusion. "She's with me." A brief silence came before Himuro can speak again. "Huh? Oh. Okay. I understand." His eyes look to you than to Yukihime before back to you once more but again with a longer stare, "I'll talk to her. Okay, don't worry. No, it's fine. Uh-huh. Okay, goodbye."

"Who was that? Was someone asking for me?" Yukihime asks.

"No." There was a light gentleness to his rejection as he pushes her hand off of his arm. He smiles warmly with a distressed look shown. His eyebrow furrowed, "They were asking for [Name]. I'm sorry. I know you invited me out today but I would like to have a chat with [Name]."

"No, that's fine." Yukihime nervously smiles but turns to [Name] fuming. She storms pass you, tearing up while puffing her cheeks and in a flash she leaves. "Himuro, you idiot!!!"

"I feel a little guilty now." Himuro smiles, not having an inch of regret that the women left. 

"You can talk to me later in text. You should run after her." you tell him, looking at your phone to see if Akashi message you. 

"I'll make it up to her. She's too far away to reach." Himuro grabs your wrist. "I'd rather not let you go."

You couldn't express how her heart quicken its pace, "Okay, let's talk somewhere else." The two of you went to the park, sitting down on the bench. Himuro, who hasn't said anything, only stare with a calm smile.

It felt hot for a summer day, you thought, nervously. You were waiting for Himuro to speak but the male watches the sweat dripping down on the bench.

"It's hot today." You commented, listening to the bike's bell chiming.

"It is." Himuro agress, "[Name]? Do you hate Kise?" You should of known that Kise called Himuro. The two of them seem close because of show business. You don't see them together often but they actually really did get along as friends. Thinking about the question, you shook your head after groaning. You had no reason to hate him. "Then why?"