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╰┈➤ Mitsuru unfortunately bangs his head, resulting in a stall of memory. In this process, he loses all memory of his boyfriend(you). While you slowly begin to learn more about the Mitsuru from back then, something shocking happens..
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One... two... three...
BANG—!
"Oh, are you okay!?" The startled voice of RYUSEI Black asked, his thundering voice of concern bouncing off of the walls of the fighting dojo. As much as his hips pained, ___ lifted his head and offered his comrade a janky smile. "Hehe, all good. Sorry about that, Tetora." He panted as he forced himself to his feet, completely oblivious to the fact that Tetora was offering him a hand to help. Dusting off his clothes, the producer found himself laughing at his mishap. It so happened that he asked to train with Tetora, seeing how he wanted to become more muscular. Not only is he the producer for Ra*bits, but he is also a security guard. He works the security guard job on request, and he isn't permitted to attend every live for that reason, but he enjoys it nonetheless.
Tetora awkwardly chuckled, the wooden background of the dojo bringing out the redness in his face thanks to excitement from he and ___'s heated physical match. "Haha, you're fine! It's better if you fall down to understand your faults anyways. Starting with footing—"
"PRODUCER..!"
His head jolted before snapping towards the doors of the dojo within the school building. An idol by the name of Hajime Shino stood within the doorframe, his entire face paralyzed in terror. ___ met this with a reaction of knitted eyebrows and a concerned(though livid) race towards Hajime. "What's happening, Shino?" He desperately asked. Tetora rushed to the producer's side, showing Hajime a brief smile of reassurance. "Go on, tell us. We'll help you out!" Hajime inhaled deeply, practically on the verge of sobbing. "M-Mitsuru..! He lost his memory!"
The producer, skeptical as he was, immediately spun Hajime right around on his heels. With Tetora giving him a confused, and slightly shocked, stare, the producer immediately instructed Hajime to show him. Hajime offered him a shaky nod of his head before sprinting forth. The producer didn't care enough to wish Tetora goodbye. As soon as he heard that harm had come to his beloved boyfriend, he was ready to rip anyone limb-from-limb for whatever reason may show itself.
All the while, Hajime was struggling to explain the situation over the wind. ___ occasionally glanced at him, nodding and picking out pieces of intel whenever he could— but most of it was jumbled nonsense. The doors neared, and as expected, Hajime erupted through them with his violet eyes scanning the entire courtyard. There was Tomoya Mashiro and the producer's only love, Mitsuru Tenma. Both were on the ground, however Mitsuru had a puzzled expression on his face as well as a small red mark on his forehead. Tomoya was struggling to speak to the boy.
