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odorekijinReleased on November 10th, 2023. (source)
An event drafted and produced by COLORATION has been in the works to promote this year’s “Tokyo Color Sonic.” Towa and Mirai had been called to try on their personal outfits for the occasion.
Upon entering the dressing room, Towa darted toward the colourful array of clothes: “Wow… All these fancy and expensive-looking clothes, just for us…!”
“Looks like only a handful are more on the casual-cutesy side, huh.”
“Which one is yours, Mirai-kun?”
“Hmmm… Ah, there!”
Mirai took the ensemble off the rack, Towa’s mesmerised gaze closely following his every move.
“Wow… They completely understood your style! It looks perfect!”
“Think so?”
“Mhm! I can’t wait to see you in it.”
“Hell yeah, me too! But before that, where’s your outfit?”
“Um…” Towa picked up his own attire from the frame, unease promptly washing over his features: “I have to wear… Sunglasses, too…?”
“They gave you extra accessories? Dang, you’re lucky!”
“I’m not…! Only scary people wear sunglasses! They’re loud, and pushy, and aggressive, and… I don’t want to look like that!”
“Where the heck didja fetch that idea? Yer readin’ too much into it. Trust me, you’ll look ten times cooler with them on!”
“B-But… I don’t want to look like I’m… I’m full of myself… What if someone picks a fight with me?”
“Dun’ worry, they won’t. If anyone wanna taste trouble, I’ll rearrange their faces before they can mess with ya.”
“...O-Okay.”
“Relax, yer gonna be okay. Anyway, can’t be wastin’ all day with the details—let’s get dressed!”
“Mhm, I’ll get changed!”
After a few minutes, Towa came back, awkwardly playing with the seams of his new clothes. Buoyant cheers instantly erupted from Mirai: “Damn, Sebumi, lookatcha! That suits you like a glove!”
“It’s, it’s embarrassing, I don’t know… Doesn’t it look weird on me…?”
“Nah, you look rad! A total show stealer!”
“...R-Really?”
“Yeah! It gives you a whole different vibe, an’ it looks awesome on you! I’m sure our fans gon’ love it!”
“I’m glad for them then, but um…”
“Hey, could you stand over ‘ere for a sec’? I have to snap a few pics of you in that!”
“Hm? You don’t have to—”
“But I want to. C’mon, this is a moment worth rememberin’! Please, jus’ this once~”
“Mmh, fine…” Towa complied and inched closer to the wall behind him, straight as a ramrod.
The evident stiffness of this pose puzzled the composer: “Sebumi, why don’tcha… Try to strike a pose fo’ me?”
“I don’t know… I’m not good at that—”
“C’mooon, I’ll make it quick, promise!”
The vocalist considered the proposition for a few, painfully long seconds, before dragging his arms above his head: there stood vrikshasana, or what Mirai could only decipher as the iconic “tree pose” of yoga.
“There, happy?”
“Whadda– Drop your arms dude! I asked you to pose fo’ me, not scare the dang crows!!”
“But I don’t know what to do with my arms, or my body…”
“Well, you gotta stop, y’look ridiculous! Try to tap into that rougher side of yours instead!”
“It’s too hard, I don’t know how to…”
“It’s fine, I can give you a few pointers. Try to follow what I’m doin’.” Replied Mirai, resting a hand on his hip, deeming it an adequate pose for the singer to mimic. Towa was quick to perfect the other's figure. “Sheesh, now you’re feelin’ yourself! You’re gettin’ the hang of it!”
“A-Am I, really…?”
“Alright, lift up your chin a li’l… Yep, now look my way!”
“Li, like… This?”
“That’s it, keep that pose! Man, you’re lookin’ sooo good right now!!”
Compliments rained down on Towa with the feverish whirl of the camera’s shutter, and though shy at first, the vocalist relaxed into a few variations of his own.
“Sebumi, couldja lightly pinch the temples of your sunglasses?”
“This way?”
“Yeah, you’ve got it! That’s the vibe we want! Now lower ‘em a bit on yo’ nose…”
“If you say so…” Quietly replied Towa, adjusting the glasses down his nose bridge.
“You’re a natural! Let’s try something else, hm… Can you squat for me? …Yes, now look at me—bring out that leg a little…”
“Mhm.” A swift release of the shutter immortalised the pose. “Uh, Mirai-kun, don’t I… Don’t I look like a delinquent like, like this…?”
“Nah, you look dope. Here, check it out.” Mirai turned his phone to Towa, swiping through the fruit of their impromptu photoshoot.
The figure on the screen bore exceptional resemblance to a runway model: “That’s… That’s me!?”
“Yeeep. Jaw-dropping, don’tcha think?”
“Wow… I look like a professional…”
“Duh, of course you do! You’ve got yo’ looks an’ a pretty face to pair, all you needed was a li’l extra help with the poses!”
“...I didn’t do anything that deserves praise. It’s, um, it’s only because you were behind the camera, Mirai-kun. You made me look good.”
“Bah, dun' be coy with me! You’ve got great qualities, dun’ sell yourself short!”
“I’m not stylish, or handsome, and you know how I am… My personality, it’s… I am nothing like the Towa in these pictures, not even a little bit…”
“Cut the negativity, gee! …Wait, I’ve got an idea. Sit tight, ‘cause in just a second I’m gonna prove to you how cool you really are.”
“What?”
“You’ll see~” Hummed Mirai, skillfully tapping away on his phone.
With no better answer to fill the gaps, Towa searched for Mirai’s gaze with apprehension. Eventually, the composer perked up, followed by the chirp of his phone.
“What did you do?”
“Voilà! I posted some pics from our li’l photoshoot on our account!”
Mirai once again shone his phone at the vocalist, this time showcasing the social account the members shared: at the very top of the page stood Towa’s pictures, now available for the world wide web to see.
“You… Our, wha… What did you do…!?”
“Look! They’re goin’ crazy in the replies!”
“W-w-wai, wait, they can’t– I don’t—”
“‘He’s so hot,’ ‘I need to marry him,’ ‘his range is crazy omg I LOVE YOU!’ …See? They’re goin’ bananas over you.”
Towa scrolled through the torrent of replies fans poured into their notification box, timidly chewing his bottom lip: “I, I um… Eugh, this is so embarrassing… My cheeks are burning…”
“Why though? They’re not wrong!”
“I don’t know, I feel weird and tingly inside… Maybe I’m getting sick…”
“BWAHAHA! You dun’ have to hide it from me, I know you’re flattered!”
“Then, then… You post something too! I don’t want to be left alone with this feeling!”
“Sure! Wanna take one with me, while we’re at it?”
“...Mhm!” Towa assented with delight.
A smile bloomed on Mirai’s lips, like a silent answer to Towa’s excited nod: “(It will take time but, deep down, I know you’ll get used to this world and the people living in it. Regardless of what may happen, I’ll be there, every step of the way, until you come to that same conclusion yourself.)”
Towa’s brows furrowed, staring back at his composer: “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, dun’ mind me, I was just thinking ‘bout somethin’ else. A’ight, ready? One, two…”
With a final click, the screen froze, capturing the bundle of their snug figure and the unforgettable warmth of their smiles.
THE END
