Oshi no Ko: The Maestro

Chapter 13: Shadows of Deceit

At the theatre, Lala Lie's group was using...
Hiroshi sauntered down the hallway, his easy stride exuding confidence. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he approached his colleague's door, which bore the nameplate "Sekito Himuro-Room 302."

The door creaked open as Hiroshi pushed it, entering the dimly lit room. He took a moment to survey the surroundings, the walls adorned with movie posters and shelves stacked with books. In the corner, a battered armchair sat beside a small table cluttered with scripts and a half-empty coffee mug.

"Let the games begin," Hiroshi muttered to himself, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He tiptoed towards Sekito's desk, eyes scanning for any clues as to what he was looking for. He knew his colleague well enough to recognize the meticulously organized files and the penchant for hiding personal items in unexpected places.

He began to rummage through the stack of scripts, shuffling the pages as he searched for any hidden treasures. His fingers danced along the edges of the pages, flipping them open with practiced finesse. As he sifted through, he couldn't help but chuckle at the exaggerated lines and the notes scribbled in the margins.

"Now, where would you hide your phone, my dear Sekito?" Hiroshi whispered, feigning a dramatic tone, the glimmer of mischief still present in his eyes. His gaze shifted to the armchair, its worn upholstery suggesting frequent use. With a devilish grin, he approached the seat, his fingers tracing the contours of the fabric.

As he reached beneath the armrest, Hiroshi felt a peculiar bulge. His heart skipped a beat, anticipation building. He tugged gently and revealed a hidden compartment, concealed within the chair's wooden frame. Inside, Sekito's phone awaited his discovery.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Hiroshi mused, excitement lacing his voice.

Hiroshi's eyes scanned the room once more, ensuring he had left no trace of what he had done.
"Who would hide his phone in such a place?"

Hiroshi held Sekito's phone in his hand, contemplating his next move. A mischievous smile played on his lips. He remembered the encounter he had with the man while he was walking with Ruby just a few days before-a perfect opportunity to acquire an identical phone. With a sense of purpose, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the second phone, the one he had acquired through his cunning tactics.

Carefully, Hiroshi examined both phones, comparing every minute detail. They were identical in every way, from the sleek design to the placement of the buttons. Not a single discrepancy could be detected. Satisfied with his findings, he proceeded with his plan.

He placed Sekito's phone on the table and picked up the duplicate. Hiroshi meticulously replicated the wallpaper, icons, and even the custom settings. To the untrained eye, it would be impossible to distinguish between the two. This was going to be a flawless switch.

Suddenly Sekito entered his room, feeling a sense of relief wash over him after a long day of rehearsals. As he flicked on the lights, his eyes widened in surprise, taking in the sight of Hiroshi standing near his desk. Anger surged within him, and his voice boomed through the room.

"You brat, what the hell are you doing in my room?!" Sekito bellowed, his face flushed with a mixture of frustration and anger.

Hiroshi, caught off guard by Sekito's sudden appearance, quickly regained his composure. With practiced ease, he slid Sekito's phone into his pocket, concealing it from view. A calm smile settled on his lips as he raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.

"Sekito, I was just looking for you!" Hiroshi replied, feigning surprise. "I needed to discuss some important matters regarding the upcoming performance and you are the one with the most experience here."