CHAPTER 3
Days passed since the confrontation in the cafeteria. Students barely looked in Kiyomi's direction now, and he chose to lay low, staying away from Hotaru. The thought of her dumping him no longer bothered him.
After lecture, just outside their classroom, Kiyomi mustered up the courage and pulled Takumi aside.
"Takkun, you like idols?"
"Yeah… why do you ask?"
"So there's this idol that I like… and I thought—"
"Kiki, stop! Come with me."
The two walked toward the older building of their university. Midorikawa had three buildings. The main one stood in the center, where most academic activities took place. The older building used to be for classes, but now it had been repurposed for club and circle rooms.
Takumi led him to a club room on the third floor, next to the staircase leading to the rooftop. A small sign on the door read: Idol Club.
They entered. The room was unlocked. It was empty, yet filled with idol merchandise—posters covering the walls, figurines lined neatly on desks, and a single dakimakura lying across the table in the center.
Takumi turned to Kiyomi with a bright smile, arms spread wide in a welcoming gesture.
"Welcome to Midorikawa Idol Club!"
(I guess he's a hardcore otaku inside. He's cute. Well… kinda.)
Surprise mixed with slight excitement in Kiyomi's chest. He clapped slowly.
"Can I join?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me find the application form real quick," Takumi said, already moving toward one of the desks.
(If Takkun is the president, I'm sure we can spend more time together.)
While Takumi searched, the door suddenly slid open. A skinny boy stepped in. He was around the same height as Kiyomi, with a similarly smooth, small face.
"Yahoo!" he greeted cheerfully.
He quickly noticed Kiyomi.
"Oh? Who is this?"
"I'm Takumi's friend."
Takumi found the paper and handed it to Kiyomi.
"Kiki, here…"
"Kiki?" the boy echoed, curious.
"He's the one who got dumped by the viper."
"Oh! He's the one." The boy extended his hand. "I'm Tanaka Miyu. Pleased to meet you. And you can just call me Miyu."
(Tanaka?)
Kiyomi shook his hand.
"Arata Kiyomi. Pleased to meet you as well."
"This is the club president," Takumi added, pointing at Miyu.
Kiyomi felt a flicker of disappointment.
(What? Well… it makes sense. He transferred here to play basketball.)
Miyu noticed the shift in Kiyomi's expression. A smug smile slowly formed on his face. Kiyomi looked at him, confused by that expression.
(Why would he make that face? Never mind—)
"Are you going to finish filling out the application form?" Takumi interrupted.
"Oh—right!"
After Kiyomi finished writing, Takumi excused himself for basketball practice, leaving the two alone.
They sat across from each other. Awkward silence filled the room. Miyu remained smug, studying Kiyomi's face, while Kiyomi's eyes drifted around, avoiding his gaze.
(What does he want?)
Miyu slowly opened his mouth, breaking the silence.
"Kiyomi-chan, you like Takumi, don't you?"
"Wha—where does that come from?"
(No. It's just… he's my friend. He's just sweet and kind.)
Miyu casually pushed the dakimakura aside. It slid off the table and fell to the floor.
"He's just sweet and kind," Miyu repeated.
(What?)
"That's what you thought, isn't it?" Miyu's smug expression widened into a grin.
Kiyomi's cheeks flushed. His fingers began fidgeting on the tabletop.
(Was I really that obvious?)
"Yes, you were, Kiyomi-chan," Miyu said smoothly.
Kiyomi exhaled and straightened his posture.
"What do you want?"
Miyu snapped his fingers.
"I like honest people," he said. "If you help me form an amateur idol group, I'll help you with Takumi."
Without hesitation, Kiyomi rose from his chair.
"Really?"
Amused by Kiyomi's blunt reaction, Miyu laughed and slapped the table.
"You're a funny one, Kiyomi-chan," he said. "And… yes, really. After all," a beat. "I'm his cousin."
(Cousin? They look so different.)
Miyu's expression shifted slightly—still sharp, but touched with something warmer.
"I can guess what you're thinking. And. That. Was. Rude."
"Sorry," Kiyomi said quickly, returning to his seat.
After they exchanged LONE IDs, Miyu pulled something up on his phone and showed Kiyomi the amateur idol audition advertisement.
"I think you'll want to look into this," Miyu said, angling the screen toward him. "I was thinking of joining this agency."
(Wait… it's the same pop-up I got…)
"Umm… Miyu-kun, isn't this ad meant for girls?"
"Don't worry. You look cute, Kiyomi-chan." Miyu chuckled, brushing off the concern. "Also… want to audition together?"
"Together?"
"Yes. You can come to my house tomorrow after school."
"Sure… I guess."
The following day, after school, the two went to Miyu's house. It was an apartment not far from their university.
"I'm home," Miyu called out as he stepped inside.
"Sorry for intruding," Kiyomi said politely, following him in.
"Welcome home!" Miyu's sister shouted from the living room as they passed by.
She glanced at Kiyomi. He caught her gaze and immediately bowed.
"Who's this cute boy?" she asked.
"This is Kiyomi-chan. He's my new friend," Miyu replied, casually grabbing Kiyomi's hand.
They moved into Miyu's bedroom. The room was neat, decorated in pink—from the wardrobe to the desk and the circular table beside the bed. There was enough open space in the center for dancing.
"Kiyomi, you can change here. I'll change in another room," Miyu said before leaving him alone.
Kiyomi started with his makeup, carefully applying each detail. Then he changed into the idol outfit he had bought the day before. It was inspired by one of Inori's black stage costumes, though he had modified it to suit himself, enhancing his natural cuteness. Finally, he placed the pink wig over his head.
He twirled and posed in front of the mirror just as Miyu returned.
Miyu also looked like a cute girl, dressed in black to match Kiyomi's outfit. The fabric flowed softly, complementing his delicate features.
"Kiyomi-chan, you look so cute," Miyu said, hurrying over to grab Kiyomi's hands.
"You too, Miyu."
Miyu leaned in and kissed Kiyomi on the cheek before sitting down.
(Wait… why did he kiss me?)
They began recording their introduction videos, posing as they spoke. First solo, then together. Both used high-pitched tones—almost squeaky, but convincingly girlish. The kind of voice that was in high demand in the industry.
"Kiyomi… you like Inori-chan, don't you?"
"Eh? How can you tell?"
"Because you keep copying her poses."
"Is that bad?"
Miyu suddenly burst into loud laughter. It echoed through the apartment as he dropped to the floor, rolling while clutching his stomach.
"Miyu-chan? Is it bad?" Kiyomi tapped his shoulder, trying to stop him.
Miyu pushed himself upright and straightened his posture.
"There's nothing wrong with liking another idol. In fact, that's a good thing. The problem is when you use another idol's pose as your identity."
(What does he mean?)
"Try a pose that matches your character. A pose that is you."
(A pose that is me?)
Kiyomi didn't think long. He already knew what kind of person he was.
They recorded again.
This time, Kiyomi made a soft puppy face and ended his introduction with a cheerful, "Bau bau," like a playful dog.
Afterward, they sent both their solo and duo introduction videos to the agency's LONE account. Each of them showed a distinct character in their performances.
"This is good. Now we just need to wait," Kiyomi said.
Suddenly, without warning, Miyu leaned in and pressed his lips against Kiyomi's. He smooched and sucked Kiyomi's lips like candy.
Startled, Kiyomi leaned back too far and lost his balance, falling onto the floor.
"Mi-mi-miyu?" he swallowed. "what are you doing?"
Miyu moved over him, bracing his hands on either side of Kiyomi's shoulders, effectively pinning him beneath his gaze.
"What we are doing," he corrected with a small smile.
His fingers moved to Kiyomi's shirt, beginning to undo the buttons one by one.
(Are we really doing this?)
Takumi's face flashed across Kiyomi's mind. Instinctively, he pushed Miyu away. The pressure disappeared, and Kiyomi quickly sat up.
"Sorry… but I already have Takkun."
"No, you don't," Miyu whispered calmly. "I know exactly what kind of idol Takumi likes."
(Really?)
"Just look at the mirror," Miyu continued. "Do you think being cute is enough?"
Kiyomi turned toward the mirror and studied his reflection. For the first time, doubt flickered across his expression.
"I guess… you're right."
On his own, Kiyomi gradually removed his shirt, revealing his smooth, pale skin and his pink cherries. They were somehow stiff. His face turned red as he exposed his vulnerable side.
(Miyu is looking right now.)
"Kiyomi-chan looks so yummy," Miyu praised, closing in on Kiyomi's chest. "Digging in."
Kiyomi pulled Miyu's head toward him. Miyu sniffed and licked, his tongue circling around while carefully avoiding Kiyomi's cherries directly.
"Miyu, stop teasing!" Kiyomi protested.
Miyu chuckled before moving on to playfully interact with Kiyomi's cherries in turns. Each lick and press made Kiyomi moan, his entire body shivering.
Saliva covered Kiyomi's chest. It's wet and sticky.
Miyu stopped, leaned back, and started undoing his own buttons to remove his shirt.
"It's not fair if Kiyomi-chan is the only one having a good time."
The two leaned in again and started kissing. At first, it was simple pressing, then it escalated into more playful tussling as their bodies pressed close.
Their skin generated warmth, and they both started sweating. Their delicate cherries grazed against each other.
They could only moan as their bodies reacted.
(Takkun~)
Miyu took the initiative and removed his skirt first while they kissed, then Kiyomi's, revealing their panties.
They both stopped and looked down.
"Yours look cute," Miyu said, giggling. "Pink suits you."
(Miyu-chan, blue also suits you.)
Kiyomi couldn't utter a single word, too embarrassed to answer. He simply removed his panties as Miyu removed his.
Their chicks matched in size—small, delicate, and smooth. The balls hung like little gems underneath the two proud chicks.
"They look cute together," Kiyomi commented.
"You're right," Miyu replied. "Let's tie them together."
(Tie them together? With what?)
Kiyomi swallowed in anticipation.
"With this," Miyu said, holding up a rubber band.
He slid the band over both their chicks, binding them in parallel. The knot was tight—restrictive and stinging. There was no gap left, just skin pressed firmly against skin. It felt like they would burst if they pulled away, so they stayed locked together.
Miyu pushed Kiyomi back until his shoulder blades hit the carpet, then shifted on top, pinning him with his full weight. At that moment, there was no space between them—only heat, sweat, and the faint trace of saliva.
The rubber band dug into their shared skin, a sharp, restrictive sting that made Kiyomi's toes curl. But as Miyu began to grind his hips, the discomfort vanished, replaced by a throbbing, heavy heat.
"Kiyomi-chan~"
The two held their hands together as they both moaned, enjoying each grazing.
"Takkun~" Kiyomi uttered Takumi's name as Miyu's movement started getting intense.
Miyu could feel that Kiyomi was trying to muffle his own voice, but he wanted to hear it—he wanted to hear Kiyomi losing his mind.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, heat building between them as sweat and saliva spread across their skin. The slick warmth made their movements smoother, faster, and the two chicks rubbed against each other with growing intensity.
The ticklish sensation made Kiyomi's eyes roll back. He could feel that Miyu was being very aggressive. Moans constantly slipped out of his lips, the pleasures had him seeing stars.
The tight pull of the band made every movement feel like an electric shock. There was no gap left for air, just the slick friction of skin on skin. Kiyomi's mind began to fog.
(Takkun... imagine if Takkun saw me like this... bound to his own cousin...)
The thought sent a final, desperate surge through him. Their bodies moved in a frantic rhythm, the rubber band acting like a catalyst for the building pressure.
"TAKKUN!"
"KIYOMI-CHAN!"
They finished together in a violent, shaking burst. Warm, sticky white juice spilled between their bellies, sealing them together even further. The room grew silent, the only sound being their ragged breathing and the faint tick-tick of the clock on the wall.
Miyu didn't move. He stayed draped over Kiyomi, his forehead resting on Kiyomi's shoulder. They stayed joint together, two 7cm secrets tied into one, as the sunset cast long, pink shadows across the floor.