Uta no Prince-sama: A-Z [ONE-SHOTS]

Haruka's Dilemma: B for Bombarded

B for Bombarded

Bombarded- to assail (someone) persistently, as with questions, criticisms, and/or information.

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Gasping for breath, Haruka ran through the wide and lush hallways of the academy, looking behind her every once in a while. She glanced up just in time to avoid a nasty crash with the column in front of her before making a sharp left turn. Just as she was about to make another turn, she was yanked into a dark closet.

What?!

Had she been caught already? She dismissed the possibility; she had had a five minute head start. She nervously turned to glimpse her captor.

"Oh! Mikaze-san!" Haruka gasped, relieved with recognition. The idol was peeking outside through the peephole on the door. He was searching for the mob of guys who were adamant on chasing her, demanding answers.

"Are they still there?" he whispered, his grip on her arms tight.

"No, I don't think so. I haven't seen them yet," she took another quick gasp of air before resuming her response. "I didn't know they'd chase me when I told them! I thought they'd handle the news better."

The idol smiled gently down at the winded girl in front of him. "Mhmm," was his mindless response as he leaned down to rest his forehead on hers.

"Ai!" Haruka flinched in shock, her face very rapidly heating up.

"Why are you so startled? I've even kissed you before."

Embarrassed by her reaction, Haruka stuttered her response. "I guess I'm still not used-" She was cut off when the door to the closet was thrown open.

"Ah! There – they are!" a voice yelled, heavy breaths interrupting his words.

"Syo-kun!" Haruka tried explaining. "U-um, well, that is, I was only running from all of you because I – um..." Her stammering continued endlessly before Ai had had enough and spoke up.

"We're dating." Ai bluntly informed the group of heaving guys, saving Nanami from her hot mess of an explanation, while also earning some extremely stunned looks from the Starish members in front of them. There was an awkward silence that seemed to go on forever. The tension was broken by Otoya, his face almost as red as his hair.

"Soooo, you guys," Ittoki said, pointing at the idol and their beloved composer, "are like, together?"

The supposed couple nodded. This immediately threw the whole group into chaos. There were yells of anger, sadness, hopelessness, and some colorful choice words that humbled Haruka.

"Lady. I thought I'd never see the day. What a wonderfully awkward situation you have here. Although, I am a bit hurt that you didn't choose me instead." Ren drawled with a wink. Another pandemonium broke loose at the player's insensitivity and idiocy. Sighing, Ai came to a decision to end this stupid thing once and for all.

Taking Haruka's chin with two fingers, he turned her head and tilted it up. Haruka, not knowing what was happening nor what to do, just blinked at him in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows. She looked adorably naive.

Leaning in, he kissed the girl full on the lips.

Of course, the yelling and fighting stopped abruptly, distracted by the sight of their composer and the Quartet Night member kissing. Feeling the gazes burning into the back of his head, Ai separated his lips from the thoroughly flustered Haruka and smirked at the band in front of him.

Feeling satisfied, Ai grabbed his lover's hand and sauntered away with Nanami's red face in tow, leaving the speechless guys behind.

Today was an interesting day. Ai thought.