it's me, the anon who request 62 for Ryosuke :) it's alright I don't mind, so I'm stuck between choosing number 72 or 79 for him! Whichever you'd like it's fine with me. Thank you ^^
A/N: I decided to go with 72 I hope you like it :)
“And…cut! That’s a wrap everyone!”
The cameras stopped filming and Ryosuke thanked his coworkers, keeping up his smile until he made it to his dressing room. Once the door closed behind him, he let out a breath and his face fell. He was drained to say the least. While Ryosuke loved what he did, he was tired of having to push his own feelings and stress down to maintain his idol image.
Taking his time to get changed out of his costume and back into his clothes, Ryosuke debated with himself on whether or not he wanted to risk what he was thinking of doing. It was late and no one would probably notice him, not if he was careful and wore his usual disguise of sunglasses and dark mask. But if someone did happen to catch him? That would mean trouble for the both of you. But he needed to see you.
Shaking himself of the worry he was feeling, Ryosuke grabbed his phone and jacket from where they lay on the couch and headed out of the production studio.
The knock on your door at almost 1 am caught you off guard. At first you played it off as being a part of a dream, rolling over and pulling your covers tighter around you. But when it happened again, you sat up and made your way into the living room.
“Ryo?” You asked, wiping the sleep from your eyes. He gave you a smile, obviously forced, and asked if it was okay for him to come in. it wasn’t long after you had closed the door that he was pressed against you. Your hand still on the doorknob, he was pulling you into him, gripping tightly to the bottom of your shirt and resting his forehead against your temple.
“Uh, Ryo?” You stuttered. “Are you feeling okay?” You felt him shake his head and you pulled back so that you could look at him. His eyes that were usually so bright looked dull. “What’s wrong?” Another shake of his head.
He never liked burdening you with his problems and, while you knew that you probably wouldn’t have understood since you weren’t an idol, you wished he would open up to you. The two of you spoke mostly through emails because you knew being seen together on your own wouldn’t be good for his career so the fact that he was even here meant that something was definitely wrong.
His voice was low as he said, “Just smile. I really need to see you smile right now. I need something to help me get through the rest of the week.”
You took a second to process his words before reaching out to take his hand in yours. It was late and you were tired and this honestly hadn’t been the best day for you either, but you put everything you had into giving him the best smile you could muster, into giving him the smile he desperately needed to see.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” you told him. You could see the tears forming in his eyes as he looked at you, returning your smile as best as he could.
He knew there was still so much he needed to do, the list of idol schedules looming over him, but he pushed them away and instead focused on memorizing the curve of your smile and the color of your eyes. If you said it, then he would believe it.
Everything was going to be okay.