It was a miracle how Izumi hadn’t lost his mind over this trip yet.

Partly because it was planned, or rather forced last minute, and partly because of his worst nightmare called his best friend, Arashi.

They were both pulled into some sort of modeling gig that neither could really back out of. The slight downsides of being famous idols was how Izumi put it.

The trip wasn’t even that bad for Izumi’s standards. The only thing, or rather, the only person keeping him from calling it a perfect trip was Arashi. Curse her and her stupid charms that somehow managed to catch Izumi off his guard every single time. He didn’t exactly hate it though, and that’s what made it so bad.

He was currently in their shared hotel bathroom, getting ready for the night the best he could without thinking about the fact that Arashi was on the opposite side of the door. Somehow she looked better at night with no makeup.

Almost like speaking of the devil, he heard a knock at the bathroom door, interrupting him momentarily from washing his face.

“I’ll be out soon, Naru-kun,” he yelled loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door, rolling his eyes at it before returning to his skincare. He did have a habit of taking longer than the average person in the bathroom, but he was an idol, after all.