Framed Sunset

- Frame Fourteen -

Kageyama's return to the party didn't go exactly how he had imagined it would. After he finished freshening himself up - and mentally preparing - he headed back into the sea of people. A spotlight was filtering through the crowd, trying to locate a certain person. A familiar voice cut through the music.

"Well, since I can't find him, the first one who does wins a free set of my entire make-up line with Contorté!"

At that, Kageyama stopped, staring at Natsu in confusion from his place at the edge of the room. Her manager was scolding her - probably about the ballsy promise she just made - and Kiyoko was anxiously watching people search for "him" as well. It wasn't until someone shouted his name and placed a hand on his arm that he got a clue of what was going on.

"I've found him! Tobio Kageyama; in the flesh!" The unknown older male called. Kageyama flinched, his breathing picking up at the contact. In his ear, Sugawara was commenting on the noise.

"Congratulations, Mr. Naoi! You've won an entire set of my make-up line! Everyone, give a round of applause to Mr. Naoi!"

Did she turn my freak-out-disappearance into a game? He couldn't help but be impressed at the quick improvisation skills on her part. How did she stall as long as she did? The photographer felt as though he was in the washroom for much longer than any human could stall for - but maybe that was all in his head.

Now that he was found and caught, he had no choice but to follow through with the fancy introduction Natsu insisted on, even if he just got down from a bout of panic. He dug deep, managing to stay put while Natsu went on tangent after tangent about his skills. He couldn't run away, after all; he needed to ask her about Shouyou Hinata.

Soon enough, it was over, and the partygoers resumed their normal party things. Kageyama managed to pull Natsu aside and into a room where they could hear their own thoughts (for once) and each other - for the most part.

"Kageyama, hey, you don't seem the happiest about what I did, I get that, but Kiyoko - sorry, your manager - gave me permission," Natsu explained sheepishly, leaning away from Kageyama. Despite the fact that he was a softy (or at least too anxious to be a threat), Kageyama was tall enough to intimidate Natsu.

"His address. Where," Kageyama interrupted, his tone serious and frightening. Natsu leaned back a little more.

"Mr. Naoi? I-I'm not sure, he's just a sales rep for the makeup company I'm collaborating with," the MeToob-er explained, her worry and fear replaced by slight confusion.

"No, him."

Natsu only tilted her head in confusion, eyeing the desperate photographer.

Kageyama took a breath, mustering what little confidence and courage he could. He breathed, his voice shaky, quivering, and filled with distress. "Where does your brother live, Natsu? I... Uh... I'm a fan, and I was hoping to see him again."

The younger ginger perked back up, an evil glee filling her. The mischievous, scheming-little-sister part of her was going crazy - this encounter had potential to blossom into the romance Shouyou Hinata needed desperately. Natsu's usual cheery smile and easy-going, charismatic disposition returned to her in a flash as she replied. "He lives in an apartment complex. The address is 1985 Light Lane, apartment 7-04, but I'll just write it down for you."

She scurried around to find a paper and pen - which was a surprisingly simple task since the room they'd ended up in was a miniature records room with paper and pens everywhere. Natsu Hinata wrote her brother's address in pretty, sprawling letters before slipping the paper into Kageyama's pocket. The photographer was still recovering from his little burst of courage, his eyes resting on the floor while hope blossomed in his heart.