Niji {Mahiro×Reader}

Chapter 8- Living

I joined the crowd at 1pm, outside the live house. The live house gates opened at around 5 to admit us in, and the concert started at 6. I managed to get to the front row, right in the center.

The members clearly recognised me, but showed no sign of it. The live proceeded smoothly, with the atmosphere extremely high. At one point of time, Mahiro ever reached out to us first row members, and everyone reached out to touch his hand. I was reminded of that live, that one live that brought my senses back, woke me up from that colorless hell I was living.

The meet and greet after the live was quite fired up as well. Everyone got to shake hands with each of the members, and when it was my turn... The members seemed extremely enthusiastic. They didn't give anything away, probably for the safety of all of us, but they were definitely a little more warm.

Afterward, I proceeded to get some fan merch. Oddly enough, all I had was their towels, their folding fans, and their CDs. I was able to nab a few Cheki and posters. This led to me being one of the last few to be able to leave.

Just as I was about to head back, crystalline droplets of rain began to fall from the sky. I hadn't brought an umbrella with me, and all I had was a hoodie which wasn't going to protect me from the rain at any cost. Great.

I would have ran past the rain, but then I had a higher chance of falling ill, which was intolerable by the circus staff. I had a pretty low immune system as I was already, and I didn't want to risk it.

That's when someone tapped me on the back, startling me. I turned around to see the band members of Kiryu. They shoved Mahiro toward me, then proceeded to leave the live house with their raincoats.

"Forgot to bring an umbrella or raincoat?"

"You figured me out. "

Mahiro opened up his umbrella, and handed it to me.

"But you also need it, don't you?"

He seemed a little more insistent on me using it, but we eventually came to the conclusion of sharing it. The umbrella was small, a tight squeeze for both to be under. Both of us were rather small in size, which did help slightly.

The streets were generally cleared out, since everyone was avoiding the rain, which gave us a beautiful and romantic view. It was the two of us, walking along the streets sharing an umbrella. The streetlights made the small streams of rainwater seem like rivers of silver, and the trees seemed to be decorated in starlight.

He dropped me off by my hotel before heading to his own next door. He seemed to be in a slight bad mood today. Perhaps he was just tired.

I asked Mitsuki over a text message whether Mahiro was alright, and he said that Mahiro was probably just stressed and tired.

He didn't appear at his balcony that night. I packed up my stuff for the trip tomorrow and tried to sleep, but my mind remained on Mahiro, and whether he was fine.

[Mahiro's POV]

After the live, before meet and greet, the manager had told me not to get involved in any relationship as much as I could. There had been pictures leaked on an unpopular website, pictures of me and her. They told me to be more careful. I didn't know what to do.

After all, me and her were just good friends. Right?

But it could damage not just my reputation, not just the band's reputation, and could put her at risk as well.

After the crowd had cleared out, I was pushed toward her by my bandmates. Yes, totally what I wanted. We ended up sharing my umbrella since she had forgotten hers, but I tried not to talk to her as much.

I wanted her to be safe. And in order to do so, I needed to distance myself from her.

I broke off from the usual routine of going to the balcony for fresh air that night. I knew she would be waiting for me. I didn't want to hurt her in this manner, but I suppose that I'd rather not put her in danger of specific overly obsessive fans.

For some reason, I couldn't sleep that night. Despite the calming night, I simply could not rest.