Tangled Hearts [Obamitsu and Giyuushino]

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A/N yeah many ppl died because of  Chapter 3 but who cares let's continue.

Mitsuri's POV

I examined myself in the mirror and tugged at the tight dress. "But don't you think this dress is too tight?" I voiced my concern to my manager. She looked at me, unimpressed, and retorted, "It's because you keep eating so much." Her words made me frown. I understood that models had to maintain strict diets, but I knew I wasn't gaining fat. My bone density was just higher than usual. Did it really matter? I wasn't out of shape.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, playing it off. "Well, we don't have a choice. Let's go. You have to be at the agency in 20 minutes," she said, ushering me towards the door. As I walked, I pulled the strings of the corset tighter, feeling the constriction.

Giyuu-san had mentioned I should fire my manager, and part of me agreed. But it was a difficult decision. She was simply doing what the agency demanded.

As I prepared to leave, my phone vibrated. I checked it to see Giyuu-san calling. "Hello!" I answered.

"Hi, Mitsuri. Just wanted to tell you that I got us a reservation at Basilisk Bistro tonight," he said.

"That sounds great! I can't wait to try their famous dishes," I beamed.

"What are you doing right now?" he asked.

"I'm getting ready to head to the agency. I have a photoshoot," I replied.

"I bet you'll look amazing, as always. I'm and will always be your number one fan. But please make sure you don't overwork yourself," his words warmed my heart. Giyuu-san, though introverted, cared deeply for those close to him.

"Kyah! You're the best, and don't worry, Giyuu-san, I will take care of myself. By the way, any updates on your upcoming album?" I asked.

"Well, I've written six songs, and three of them are ready. I just need to do some editing, then we'll choose a famous actress, maybe Inosuke or Zenitsu will pick someone, to do a video shoot. I'll give you a sneak peek soon," I could sense the excitement in his voice when he talked about his music. He truly loved it.

"I can't wait to hear it! Anyway, I have to go now, or my manager might kill me! Bye, love you!" I said.

"I love you too, and I'll pick you up tonight, so wait for me," he replied.

"Okay!" I said and ended the call, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

"Let's go right away!" My manager and I settled into my car. I struggled to breathe in the tight corset, feeling foam rise in my throat. "Loosen it a bit; you should know how to sit," my manager remarked while adjusting the strings. I silently pondered, "Why is she always so moody?" Seeking a distraction, I popped in my AirPods and lost myself in some music.

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Giyuu's POV

"When can we expect the new song to be ready?" Rui's voice boomed as he expressed his impatience. I replied calmly, "It's almost complete, but I'm committed to ensuring it's not just another predictable and shitty track. And I've been dealing with persistent headaches, which have been disrupting my work."

Rui's concern was evident as he shouted at his assistant, "You better see a doctor, and I mean it! I'll arrange an appointment with Kanae Kocho for you; no excuses!" He firmly shut the door behind him as I nodded and prepared to record the final song that remained.

My songs always delve into themes of solitude, pretense, concealed emotions, and other complex subjects, aimed at encouraging people to think about themselves rather than being overtly sad. "Sir, your ride is ready; we need to get to the hospital," a staff member informed me, prompting me to remove my headphones.

Upon arriving at Kanae Kocho's office, I was greeted by the overwhelming scent of wisteria. I couldn't help but cover my nose with my hand. Kanae noticed and inquired, "Ara Ara, Tomioka-san, not a fan of the scent?" Ignoring her comment, I exited the office and gasped at the intensity of the fragrance.

"It's not that bad; don't overreact," I remarked with a roll of my eyes.

Kanae Kocho, a highly respected doctor and my classmate, she always had tried to engage with me in the past, but my shyness had kept me distant. I sat on the chair infront of her as she started inquiring.

"What seems to be the problem?" Kanae asked as she began her examination.

"Headaches and nausea," I responded.

"How long have you been experiencing these symptoms?"

"Constantly, but they used to be milder, so I brushed them off. Lately, they've been interfering with my work."

Kanae contemplated the situation. "Hmm, it could be vertigo, but I won't jump to conclusions. It might just be migraines, possibly triggered by the flashing lights and loud concerts." She prescribed some medication and issued a stern warning, "Don't overindulge in these pills."

"Why would I?" I asked.

"Believe me, you wouldn't believe how many celebrities tend to do just that," she replied, arms folded.

"By the way," she teased with a smile, "I noticed you've been in the headlines with Shinobu."

"That was two weeks ago, and it's nothing to talk about. I hardly communicate with her, and I'm with Mitsuri."

"Ah, yes, Mitsuri is quite a beauty," I acknowledged. I gathered my belongings and headed to the pharmacy.

On my way, I accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to spill their coffee. I apologized, realizing it was none other than Shinobu Kocho, the renowned actress. "Hello, Tomioka-san," she greeted with a hint of annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, Kocho. It was an accident," I quickly apologized.

She responded with a tone dripping in sarcasm, "Oh, don't worry; I'm not mad." I offered her my handkerchief, which she accepted, but I used the excuse of a fake phone call to hastily exit the situation.

With a sigh of relief, I left the hospital, grateful for the escape provided by my fake phone app.

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