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Yui said nothing, just waited, and when Yuta said nothing more, she sighed and walked back to her office. "Okay. Just make sure you three get some actual work done, alright? Don't let all the nightclub hype distract you from your deadline." XX
Aya put them to work, going through a long list of song themes and helping decide on a general theme for album, which took nearly an hour and a half as they spent far too much time discussing each choice. Yuta and Aya played around with melodies together on guitar and ended up finding good rhythms for two new songs, a great improvement on how blank they'd been for weeks. "We should probably work on our singles too, the deadline for those is earlier than the album deadline." "Ugh, I don't understand why we do singles, we're a band, the whole point of being in a band is to make music together." Jun complained, idly spinning around in his chair. "It's something about showcasing individual talent." XX
As the day continued, Aya helped them with their songs until around one pm, when she had to go to her own studio to practice. Yuki returned from school not long after and took her place on Kou's lap, inviting him to help with her homework. Yuta watched the two of them, quietly hoping the peace would last. XX
As it turned out, Yuki was suddenly invited to a sleepover with a friend from school, someone she'd stayed with many times before and who she'd walk to school with the next morning. Kou was fine with the chance to spend a night home alone, still not quite used to being around so much commotion all the time, so they walked Yuki to her friends house and then headed home, not saying much. Yutarou cooked dinner and they ate together in comfortable silence, watching evening reruns of Hamtarou. When it came time to leave, Yui, Jun, and Ryouta busted into his apartment, claiming that he couldn't be trusted to dress himself for a nightclub. XX
"Isn't it considered lying if I dress in a way that I never dress in my life?" "Maybe, but it's not like we're gonna be talking to people we don't know. And besides, Sorayuki-kun will love it!" "Now I really don't want you dressing me." After an argument and lots of discussion, Yutarou ended up stuck in a pair of way-too-tight black skinny jeans, a bright red t-shirt that was a bit too low-cut for his liking, and a ridiculous amount of earrings that had actually been Kou's suggestion. "They make you look less like a dorky student." "Thanks for the advice, little bro." Yuta said sarcastically, ruffling Kou's hair and laughing as his hand was slapped away. XX