*Image Ukita Kenoyo on the right side
4: Fifteen Minutes. Fitting Room. Free.
Sonya gawked at the man in front of her.
“U... ki... ta... Kenoyo? Sonya uttered weakly.
Kenoyo instintively covered her mouth with a cupped hand.
“Don’t scream, all right? This—uh—this isn’t what it seems... I-I’m sorry...” he apologized. “Don’t scream all right? I-I didn’t mean... I-I didn’t... S-so...”
For a moment, Sonya didn’t know how to react. Not what it seems? What was this supposed to look like? What was going on? Why is Kenoyo here??? Was she daydreaming again?
“I promise to give you an autograph! Or... or... or my picture or whatever you want! J-just don’t scream please?”
She scrunched up her eyebrows and made a small nod to assure Kenoyo that she wasn’t going to scream.
“Um, uh...” Kenoyo began awkwardly. He turned toward the door and took the blouse there and handed it over to Sonya without facing her.
“Here,” he said coolly.
Sonya raised an eyebrow at him but then remembered that she was only wearing a bra to cover her torso. She blushed a bright shade of red and grabbed the blouse from Kenoyo.
“W-what,” Sonya whispered as she buttoned up the blouse. “What are you doing here?!”
“H-huh? What?” Kenoyo asked as he peeked from her to the tiny opening of the door and then back at her again.
“I said what are you doing here inside the fitting room!”
“Uh... Oh,” Kenoyo shrugged. “Fan girls.”
“Oh,” Sonya said softly. Fan girls, she thought. “B-but how’d you get in?”
Kenoyo glanced at her.
“It was open,” he replied casually.
“But I locked it!” Sonya protested.
Kenoyo placed his index finger on his lips to gesture silence.
“Will you keep it down please? I’ll be in trouble if they find out I’m not alone in here...” Kenoyo begged.
“Uh...” Sonya bit her lip. She understood what Kenoyo’s urgent tone. It sure would be strange if people found out if he was inside the fitting room with a half-naked girl. She pulled down the blouse from her head and pulled her hair out from behind.
She watched Kenoyo as he peered through the small opening.
“How long are they going to stay here?” asked Kenoyo with an annoyed shrug.
Kenoyo gave out a defeated sigh when another group of girls ran into the boutique, apparently looking for him as well.
“Dame...” he breathed, immediately closing the door.
“Does this mean I can’t go out myself either?” asked Sonya, struggling to control the shakiness in her voice.
Kenoyo didn’t seem to hear her. He was far too preoccupied looking through the slit at the door. That was a good thing though. It seemed a pretty stupid question.
Sonya leaned against the mirror and felt a chill run down her spine. She shuddered slightly. Was this real? She bit down at her tongue to be certain she wasn’t just having her daydreams.
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