[ She had been glad of the dating app's anonymity and that fact alone was the only reason why she had downloaded it in the first place: because a certain clause on her contract dictated that an idol must keep themselves "available" to her fans. Having a boyfriend would be liable to upset them, and a modeling agency to turn on the idol. Sonico's seen it happen several novice idols — getting caught with a man no matter the circumstance was an automatic death sentence for her idol career. But even then, a young girl with so much talent, fame, and expectations was bound to get lonely. Sonico downloaded the app on a whim; she just wanted to talk to someone.
And without even noticing it, she had gotten into the habit to talking to one guy daily. She knew he was older than her, and a teacher… which wasn't anything to go off of. After all, there were plenty of male teachers in their thirties in Japan. She figured their relationship, if you could call it one, wouldn't go much farther than this; he'd eventually lose interest and move on, right? It made Sonico a little sad to think about, so she put it out of her mind for the time being.
With such a densely packed schedule, she somehow still made time for her classes. She was still an amateur model and performed at small venues, so she wasn't as famous as she was rumored to be one day; she was still quite popular on campus, though. The first time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat and it took everything to not scream — it was him! He was her teacher?! The class and whatever he had lectured was a complete blur; Sonico hadn't paid attention to anything, her face red as a beet as she avoided eye contact with Yujiro the entire time.
As her classmates filed out of the room, some to head to their next class and others, like Sonico, who was only a part-time student, were heading back home. She was still seated, hurriedly putting her assignments and notes in her bag. Sonico was tempted to check her phone… if it really was him right in front of her, she had to ask. But what happened after that? If it was the guy she'd been talking to, she would have blown her cover. Sonico abruptly stands from her chair, trying to scurry out of the room unnoticed. ]
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And without even noticing it, she had gotten into the habit to talking to one guy daily. She knew he was older than her, and a teacher… which wasn't anything to go off of. After all, there were plenty of male teachers in their thirties in Japan. She figured their relationship, if you could call it one, wouldn't go much farther than this; he'd eventually lose interest and move on, right? It made Sonico a little sad to think about, so she put it out of her mind for the time being.
With such a densely packed schedule, she somehow still made time for her classes. She was still an amateur model and performed at small venues, so she wasn't as famous as she was rumored to be one day; she was still quite popular on campus, though. The first time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat and it took everything to not scream — it was him! He was her teacher?! The class and whatever he had lectured was a complete blur; Sonico hadn't paid attention to anything, her face red as a beet as she avoided eye contact with Yujiro the entire time.
As her classmates filed out of the room, some to head to their next class and others, like Sonico, who was only a part-time student, were heading back home. She was still seated, hurriedly putting her assignments and notes in her bag. Sonico was tempted to check her phone… if it really was him right in front of her, she had to ask. But what happened after that? If it was the guy she'd been talking to, she would have blown her cover. Sonico abruptly stands from her chair, trying to scurry out of the room unnoticed. ]