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╰┈➤ Tomoya's recent commission with a television production and internet program requested of him to create a video documenting a specific hiking trail to promote a flourishing park. Unfortunately, the hike goes wrong amidst an unexpected storm, and it lands both you and Tomoya in a muddy ditch somewhere in the forest. You seize the opportunity to calm him down by telling him all of what you deem him to be.
MILD BLOOD WARNING!!!
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"Producer~!"
A chirpy voice sang from behind your back. You lifted your head from your desk drawer, pushing some loose items backward before turning to face your guest. Upon seeing the familiar face of Tomoya Mashiro, your expression thawed. "Hello. What's up?" You asked while gradually shifting your torso in order to bundle some paperwork together, all while attempting to maintain eye contact with Tomoya. He awkwardly laughed. "A lot. You look busy, so I'll just go a—" Before he could even begin to finish his sentence, your gaze snapped onto him. "Go alone? Where?" It was as though you'd read his mind. You admit to the fact that you can be overprotective of him, but that's simply because of the way you see him. Tomoya jolted at your barbed reaction. "Uhm, just to the Ensemble Park.. I got a job to film there." He replied.
You turned to face him after setting your papers down atop your desk. "Hm, I'll go with you. Is that okay?" You questioned while idly shutting all of the drawers in your desk. Tomoya's head rose immediately. "Really!?" He cleared his throat, wishing not to disturb the producers in the office space any further. "Thank you, really, thank you. I'm sorry for such a short notice." "Of course. It'd be bad parenting if I let you go off alone." You playfully replied, attempting to summon a laugh from Tomoya. Apparently, your parental jokes did not tickle his fancy, seeing how he showed you a confused glance before beginning to recount his items.
All the while, you hoisted a bag over your shoulder. In it, you stuffed your phone, several granola bars that you had resting in the depths of your desk, and you'd have to acquire water a tad later. When Tomoya's gaze became distracted, you slipped a tiny, metal bat into the bag. You know that the Ra*bits are popular, and you're not afraid to fight— a human or a feral animal. You zipped the bag shut. "Tomo, I'm gonna grab some water for us to take. Do you need anything?" You asked while readjusting the bag's straps over your shoulder. Tomoya lifted his head, phone still in hand as he did so. "Nope, thank you. I'll meet you at the front door, then?" He questioned with a gentle smile. You grinned at him and showed him a thumbs up. "See you there."
The sun was hanging overhead, shining through the windows of the main Ensemble Square building. You knew it to be around three or four o'clock based on the sun's position against the tall buildings in the distance and the horizon. With this knowledge, you began marking down a trail-plan while making your way to your office-room. The office itself is fancy and mostly used for consultations, or if idols that you foster just need some downtime. You've had many conversations with idols all around in that room. As expected, it houses a box filled with cartons of water.
