It would also explain why he is sitting here with her. If she were an average fan, Yuhi would not have come into this room. Sumire was so busy thinking how to tell him that she did not realize how close Yuhi was getting to her. It was not until he was sitting directly beside her did she notice him. For some reason, he was looking at her closely.
"Is—is something wrong?" Sumire asked as she averted her gaze and attempted to distance herself from him.
"I was thinking, do I know you?"
Eh? She looked at him surprised, that was the last question she expected. But then again, she also thought the same. When she first became his fan a year ago, Sumire felt that there was something familiar about him. At that time, so many other singers debuted, and yet among all of those she became Terashima Yuhis fan, why was that?
"Y—you probably passed by me at work."
Sumire did not intend to lie; she wanted to tell him that she was an ordinary civilian, not a singer. But she wanted to avoid this question.
Yuhi nodded. "I suppose that makes sense."
He still looked doubtful, but before he could say anymore, they heard a knock on the door. Yuhi got up, but she stopped him. "Let me get it." She insisted. What if fans are walking nearby? What if the server is a girl and a fan of Yuhi? It would be bad to get caught in this situation.
Sumire walked over to the door and slowly opened it. It was the man from the front desk earlier, he was carrying a trolley. He pushed the door open, and Sumire blinked, surprised. Even if it is a guy, Yuhi is famous…
"Damn you, don't abuse your friendship with me."
Yuhi laughed. "Sorry. But I might get caught if it was anybody else."
She looked at the two puzzled, and Yuhi noticed her gaze. "He is a classmate of mine."
Ah, so it was something like that. Then again, it would not be easy for him to enter a place like this without getting caught.
"Kinoshita." The ginger-haired man introduced himself. "Your..that girl with the really good voice."
Huh?
"I work in other karaoke places in this town and the ones in the surrounding area. I have seen you before."
He has? But she does not reca-- Sumire paused when something came to mind. An image of several workers with the same face but different-colored hair. Ah, "The guy who gets lectured a lot."
At that comment, Yuhi burst into laughter, and Kinoshita looked annoyed. Sumire was about to apologize, but the ginger head man shook his head.
"Well, I can't argue with you there." Kinoshita trailed off. "Well, it was nice to meet you. I will get back to the desk." With those words said, the man exited the room.
Yuhi attends school too, and he even has regular friends. She wondered how that felt, being famous and yet attending a regular school. Yuhi pointed to the seat beside him. "Come here."
Sumire nodded and returned to her seat. Yuhi took out several plates from the tray and placed it down on the table. He ordered so much that the small table could not fit everything, and they had to leave some food on the tray. Her gaze fell on the plates before her and was surprised to find so many of her favourite dishes. Is it a coincidence that they like the same foods?
Yuhi picked up a stick of karage and extended the plate towards her. "This is the best food here, I guarantee."
Sumire laughed when she heard those words. Does he come to these places often? Sumire picked up a stick and put it in her mouth. Indeed it was exactly like what Yuhi said.
"Yummy."
"Im glad." Yuhi trailed off. "So, what should I call you?"
She almost choked on her next piece of chicken then, but Yuhi passed her some water. "Sorry, I know you might want to remain anonymous since you have yet to debut. Let's see…" He trailed off and looked her up and down. "Ange."
Sumire blinked when she heard that name. "Ange as in a shortened version of the English word for tenshi?"
"Ah, a girl with brains. Yeah, I thought it would suit you."
What is with this guy? How come he can say such cheesy things so easily and with a straight face. Sumire did not reply and continued to eat. What a strange feeling, who would have thought this would happen? Earlier she rushed to finish all her work so she could make it in time for the concert, but to the very last minute, her mother nagged her about her dance.
Mother kept saying how her dancing was not refined enough and how she lacked elegance. As a girl born from a prestigious family, such words are considered a grave insult. But for her? Sumire did not care about it at all.
"Say," Sumire trailed off. "Could I ask you something?"
"Yeah, go ahead. Don't be so stiff, though, were both members of the entertainment world. While I may be your senior, I don't care for hierarchy. Besides, with a voice like that, you will knock me down before long."
Uhh, what? Sumire could not believe the words that just left his lips. He must be saying that just to flatter her, he can't mean those words.
"When did you start singing?"
"I guess when I was five."
F--five years old? That young?
"Or maybe it was before, it's a bit hard to say. My circumstances were not good then. I didn't even think of debuting either. But I ended up substituting for a friend."
"Ah, the young boy's talent contest."
Yuhi nodded. "Who would have thought I would end up winning a prize."
Everything started from there for him. A coincidence, no, an accident leads to him becoming a famous singer. It is funny how such things happen. It is almost like God is sending them a message.
"Since you are asking me questions, I want to learn where you learned to sing. Did you go through some special training?"
Sumire shook her head. "Ah, no." She trailed off. "My family is quite strict; they don't approve of the entertainment industry. So I had to learn how to sing by myself."
To her surprise, he did not reply right away, and a troubled look appeared on his face. Uhhh, did she say something wrong? She watched as Yuhi rummaged through his bag, and he eventually pulled some sheets of paper out. He placed it in her hands.
"Okay, sorry in advance. I said I wouldn't test you, but I want to make sure of something first." Yuhi said. "Could you sing this for me?"
Sumire glanced down at the score sheets. The title caught her attention, "Snow voice?"