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Where is he?
You thought to yourself as you exited the main building of Ensemble Square. As a producer, it was now your job to deliver a schedule to various different idols. The last on your checklist happened to be Tori Himemiya, a petite, pink-haired member of Fine. Your situation was that you were unable to locate him for the life of you. With his vibrant, pink hair it seemed he would be hard to miss, yet somehow, you'd lost him. He wasn't answering your calls either, so that was off of the table. You felt worry twisting your gut, a feeling of parental rage setting in.
If one goddamn person laid their grimy fucking hands on him, you will leave with bloody hands and a murder charge.
Many see both you and Tori as a parent-child type, which you could agree with. To you, Tori was not to be protected moreover defended. You possessed an affection towards him that made it feel as though you could slay a staggering dragon without any kind of weapon. Just bare hands and fingernails, you would slaughter anything that dares pose a threat to the boy. Of course, that is excessive. Such lengths could rarely be proceeded with, yet the rage was all there. Your very heart raced, mind burning with pure anger as you rushed to locate Tori. If something had happened to him, not even the gods above can save those who cross your path.
As you rounded a corner, headed around the outdoors of the ES housing building, you noticed a blob of pink. Finally! With a relieved smile, you charged towards the boy. The air was rather cool, a breeze making it an unfavorable day for those who prefer the heat of summer. However, the sun was shining, and that was all you could ever ask for. Halting beside Tori, whom wore his Fine attire, you pat his head to alert him of your presence. "Hey there, little buddy!" You happily chirped, beaming at him. Lifting his chin as he turned his head towards you, Tori was desperately wiping his eyes with his inner wrists, sniveling as he did so. "No, I don't want you to pat my head..!" He scolded you sharply. Withdrawing your hand in understanding, you crouched beside him. In a moment of somber as the boy resumed sulking, you allowed him to let off steam. He looked enraged over something, expressing that overwhelming anger in the form of tears. Recalling a time when you watched a specific movie in which one musical score had made Tori smile, you gathered all of your courage..
"Who is your favorite fearless he-e-ro? Who is your favorite, fearless heeeerrroo~♪"
Heading perking upon hearing you begin singing the song in which he had loved so much, the pink-haired boy smiled in spite of his tears. Your hand reached for his face, tenderly wiping his tears from his eyes. Giggling like a small child, Tori's voice gently sang; "You are! You are~!" You burst out in hearty laughter, sliding your hand off of his face. "So, what's goin' on?" You playfully questioned. "I'm mad at the production team," grumbled Tori, crossing his arms in evident anger. "They're always treating me like a stupid child." "Alright, that's frustrating," you nodded your head slightly. "Have you tried telling them about it?" "No," he huffed a bit. "I'm scared that they'll dismiss me as some kid.." Tori leaned upon your shoulder, yawning audibly as he did so. He wrapped his arms around your torso, drying his eyes on your sleeve. You laughed it off, accustomed to his behavior in this way. "If they do, just call me. They won't even let you dial my number before their tails fall between their legs." The petite boy began to laugh aloud. "You'll come get them for me!" "Absolutely! A warrior, if I do say so myself!" Playfully patting Tori's shoulder, you tugged him close in a protective embrace.
In bursts of laughter, the two proceeded to flop back into the grass. With you tickling Tori, he laid upon your chest, laughing hysterically. If anyone dared to mistreat him, they would have to deal with the aftermath of his parental figure, such was not a risk many wished to take. All of Fine would be on their tails in an instant, and Eichi, forget about it. If anyone spotted him nearby after they spoke bad of Tori, they would instantly clear out. That or they'd drop dead of a heart attack. Whatever the case, you were simply relieved to see Tori smile once more. As he helped you to stand off of the ground, you proposed the idea of watching a movie together. After the mention of ice cream, Tori's head instantly perked upright. You chortled a happy laugh, patting his head with a soft; "Let's go."
