CHAPTER 5
A week after the audition.
Ding.
[Inferno Talent]
Hello, Sakura.
Thank you for attending the face-to-face audition on [date].
After careful consideration, we are pleased to inform you that you have successfully passed the final screening.
We would like to invite you to join Inferno Talent as a trainee under our idol development program.
Please visit our office on [date & time] to discuss contract details and training schedule.
Kindly confirm your availability by replying to this message.
We look forward to working with you.
— Inferno Talent
Ding.
Miyu sent a screenshot from Inferno Talent.
Miyu: You got it too?
Kiyomi: Yes...
Kiyomi: Just now.
Kiyomi: Have you sent your reply yet?
Miyu: I have.
Kiyomi: What did you right?
Kiyomi: Write*
Miyu: I wrote that I'm ready.
Miyu: But only if my partner is too.
Kiyomi: ...
Kiyomi: Have they replied yet?
Miyu: Nope.
Kiyomi: Okay. Thanks.
He swiped back to the Inferno Talent chat and began typing carefully:
Thank you very much for this opportunity.
I would like to confirm my attendance on [date & time].
I look forward to working with you.
— Sakura
He reread the message twice before pressing send.
There was no turning back now. The path of idolhood had finally been opened for him. Now he just needed to stand on a stage Takumi couldn't ignore.
Kiyomi and Miyu spent more time together in the clubroom, often giggling over random idol topics while sitting side by side.
"Aren't you two a little close lately?" Takumi commented, noticing their proximity.
(Sorry, Takkun… but we can't tell you we're secretly idols now. Well, technically speaking.)
Kiyomi didn't answer—he just gave a slightly smug smile.
Miyu shrugged, then hugged Kiyomi once.
"Maybe because you're busy playing basketball."
"My scholarship comes with conditions, okay?" Takumi replied.
"Takkun, I can cheer for you if you want," Kiyomi said.
"Yeah, sure. You wanna watch me play after?"
Kiyomi nodded eagerly.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Seeing Kiyomi's reaction, Miyu could only smile and comply.
"Then it's settled."
(Yes!)
They followed Takumi to the basketball court on campus. Not many students were around—just the coach, players, and a few spectators.
(Typical training, not a full game…)
Moments later, Takumi emerged from the changing room alongside the other players.
"Kyaaa! Ryo-senpai!" some students cheered as the players stepped onto the court.
The teams were divided: red for the starters and blue for the reserves. Takumi was among the blues.
Peep!
The game began. A player in red immediately charged forward with the ball, sprinting at incredible speed. Some blues tried to block him, but he was too fast. He dribbled into the inner line.
Then…
The ball flew through the hoop, and the red team scored the first three points.
The small crowd erupted in cheers.
"Oh my… who's that?" Kiyomi asked.
"That's my classmate, Kobayashi Ryo. He's our ace," Miyu explained. "I heard he's being scouted by a professional team."
(He's so tall, almost two meters... Just like Takkun. But Takkun is cooler!)
The blue team regained possession, and the ball came to Takumi. He dribbled toward the three-point line, faked a pass, and let the ball fly—scoring three points for the blue team.
The game continued with Ryo leading the red and Takumi leading the blue. These two were clearly the main scorers for each team. Every time one of them scored, the other quickly answered.
Before long, the scoreboard was almost even, with the red team holding a ten-point lead.
(You can do it, Takkun!)
When the first quarter ended, Takumi didn't approach Kiyomi or Miyu. Instead, he walked over to a female coach—tall and strikingly beautiful.
(Takkun… I'm right here!)
The coach wiped the sweat from his face. The two of them seemed perfectly at ease together.
Kiyomi's chest tightened as he watched. His fists curled, his breath slowed.
"Kiyomi-chan, are you okay?" Miyu asked, concern in his voice.
Kiyomi turned to him.
"Why are you asking?"
"Your face is frowning," Miyu said. "Idols shouldn't frown—or it'll give you wrinkles."
"No, it's just—" Kiyomi couldn't finish.
Miyu glanced at the coach, who was now adjusting Takumi's muscles.
"Her name is Fujimoto Sayaka, if you're wondering."
"Does she have a special relationship with Takkun?" Kiyomi asked, worry flickering in his eyes.
"She's just a coach. I'm sure of it," Miyu replied.
The game resumed.
Every time Takumi got the ball, Sayaka called his name. Every time he scored, she cheered loudly. Some players even teased them mid-match.
(Takkun! You can do it!)
"Kiyomi-chan, you should shout if you want Takumi to notice," Miyu said, concern flickering across his face.
Kiyomi shook his head, feeling insecure.
(That Sayaka girl is tall and beautiful… there's no way Takumi would even glance at me right now…)
He let out a heavy sigh. Miyu lightly tapped his chest, trying to lift his spirits.
When the first half ended, an accident occurred. Sayaka got hit in the face by the ball, and her nose started bleeding. Strangely, Kiyomi felt a flicker of relief.
His relief didn't last long. Takumi immediately rushed to comfort her, calling out to the others to clear the way as he carried her in his arms off the court.
(Takkun?)
Kiyomi's chest ached. Nothing had actually happened between Takumi and Sayaka, but he couldn't bear watching Takumi with someone else.
Miyu stood up and led Kiyomi to the changing room, then into the shower area.
Inside one of the stalls, only separated by a drape, Kiyomi finally broke down. Tears streamed freely, his cries echoing softly. Miyu turned on the shower, the sound of water masking Kiyomi's sobs.
Miyu wrapped his arms around Kiyomi under the cascading water. Their clothes were soaked, their tears mingling with the water.
"There… there…" Miyu murmured.
"But Takkun… Takkun… he—" Kiyomi's voice cracked.
"I know… but I'm sure there's nothing between them."
"You don't know that!"
"I don't, yes. But there's one thing I do know… I'm here with you."
Kiyomi's eyes lifted to meet Miyu's. They gazed at each other for a long moment. Slowly, their faces drew closer, until the closeness turned into a wet, tender kiss under the shower.
(Maybe this is for the best...)
They began to suck each other's lips like candy.
(Miyu's lips… so soft.)
The kissing escalated into licking, their tongues twisting together inside their mouths. Saliva mingled with the shower water, slick and warm.
While they kissed, Miyu unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Then he did the same for Kiyomi, leaving their cherries exposed to each other.
Then Miyu pulled away from Kiyomi, giggling, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Miyu-chan? Why stop?" Kiyomi asked, curious.
"Now it's your turn—remove your pants and panties," Miyu said, beginning to slip his own off.
Without hesitation, Kiyomi followed suit. He held his pants and panties out to Miyu, who took them and tossed both their pants and panties out into the open. Not stopping there, he also kicked their shirts out. They landed atop the pants near the opposite stall. Now, the only thing shielding them was the thin shower drape.
(Miyu's little chick is stiff now. It's so cute.)
Undeniably, the two boys felt excitement rather than fear. They giggled, their hearts racing.
Their bodies leaned closer, hands wrapping around each other's shoulders.
"What if someone sees our clothes and checks our stall?" Kiyomi whispered. His voice was lower, more intimate.
"Isn't that exciting?" Miyu whispered back.
Miyu's hands slid down from Kiyomi's shoulders to his waist, pulling him closer again. They pressed together so tightly that their chicks now rubbed against each other upward, their soft bellies adding to the sensation of tightness.
Miyu's trailed his fingers around Kiyomi's peaches, deliberately avoiding the hole.
"Are you trying not to moan?"
Kiyomi narrowed his eyes at him. Miyu was right; he was biting down his lower lip, struggling to suppress moans.
Then the two began moving up and down in tandem. One side of their chicks grazed against the other chick's skin, while the other side pressed against the belly. They moaned as pleasure radiated from their chicks.
Miyu leaned closer, his lips brushing near Kiyomi's ear.
"What if I opened the drape?"
One of his hands slid to Kiyomi's hip, stroking gently.
Kiyomi's eyes widened, his breath ragged as the thought of being seen raced through his mind. He couldn't control his body as the friction on their chicks grew more intense.
"Miyu-chan~"
Miyu's pace quickened. Their chicks twitched in response. Kiyomi's moans grew louder, echoing through the shower despite the water's roar.
Then—
They heard footsteps coming in. Instantly, both froze, their bodies locked in place.
Miyu quickly pressed his lips against Kiyomi's, muffling the sound. He could still feel Kiyomi's chick twitching against him.
The footsteps moved past them and into the stall beside theirs. The shower turned on right next to them. The man whistled as he began showering.
Kiyomi felt a surge of naughty adrenaline. He trailed his fingers down Miyu's chest, twisting and rubbing his cherries. Miyu's eyes went wide, a moan trapped behind Kiyomi's lips.
In retaliation, Miyu slid a finger between Kiyomi's peaches, into his hole. Kiyomi jumped, his body jolting against Miyu's. Despite the man feet away, they began to move again.
Slowly. Carefully. Matching the rhythm of the man's splashing water.
(I hope he doesn't hear us… I hope he doesn't see our shadows through the drape…)
The man began to rinse. The two boys picked up their pace, their movements becoming frantic and silent. Their chicks twitched in a desperate race.
As the man turned off his tap, they hit their limit. A warm, thick juice spilled between their bellies, sticking to their skin before slowly dripping down.
They held their breath, staying perfectly still as they listened to the man towel off and walk away. Only when the door clicked shut did they collapse against each other, panting.
"Miyu-chan... I thought we were dead," Kiyomi whispered, a giddy smile breaking through the exhaustion.
"But it was fun, wasn't it?" Miyu giggled.
They leaned back, laughing softly as the water washed the love juice from their bellies. As they cleaned each other, Kiyomi couldn't help but wonder.
(What would have had happened if he opened the drape. Oh no! Silly me! I shouldn't be thinking that.)