8. The little things

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Misaki's p.o.v

I walked down the hallway happily spotting Reiji. "Morning." I smiled a bit more chirpier than my usual tone.

"Morning." He smiled back in the same tone and then paused to look at me.

"You are in a good mood! Did anything  happen?" He asked suspiciously but still with an innocent smile.

"I got an anime opening offer." I smiled happily. "Today I'm going to the meeting. First an opening and then voice acting. I am taking over Japan."

"That's great. Good for you Maki. "So when is the meeting?" He asked.

"In two hours. I'm going to pick up Kurosaki and then heading there."

"Oh well. Good luck." He winked at me and walked away as if nothing got his interest.

Always one step ahead of me, that Reiji.



*Three hours later*


"That was amazing." I did a little dance in my high heels and gothic clothes as the dark princess.

Ranmaru was behind me slowly building up his explosive temper. "I heard you the first ten times."

"But they said they have high expectations of us. Because we are pros." I smiled. I was always happy when someone called me a pro. Maybe I had a praise kink.

"So when do you want to start?" I asked him.

"Today. We are bound with a deadline. Can you meet me in the music room in the agency tonight. Eight sound good?" Ran said looking at the time. "I have something to do in the mean time."

"Mee to. So maybe make it nine. I want to have time to shower." And be presentable.

"Alright." He ruffled my head and then went ahead leaving me in a daze.

Did he just?

He was getting more touchy every day and this was not good for my heart.

**


As we agreed we met in the music room around nine. Ranmaru was there before me writing something down only to scratch it off.

"Got anymore of those lyrics." He asked me as I sat down next to him.

"Not yet. But I can think of some." I smiled at him.

"Alright go ahead." He stared at me.

For some reason I was really self aware now.

"I can't think when you are staring at me."

"We don't have all the time in the world." He said through gritted teeth.

"You are pressuring me." I pouted.

"Ahhhhh." He let out one long sigh and then took the bass in his hands. He caressed it so gently that it almost distracted me.

I was so innocent all this time. How did I become this girl?

"Let's play like the last time."  He told me and then started playing the opening. I sand the first verse.

"I hold on tightly to my paper heart

And I think of ocean depths and grey skies

Running tracks like the strings of this guitar

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