Aqua didn’t know how to calm his nerves, his mind coming up with thousands of thoughts and plans. Go on with life? Live the fame and support Ruby’s dream while his father isn’t actually dead?—

“Hoshino-kun, please sit down so your stylist can fix you up?”

Snapped out of his thoughts, Aqua nodded and sat down. His stylist, you, a professional stylist and artist for models and the show biz volunteered to work under Ichigo production of his team. Which was a shock to Tokyo. Volunteering usually looked like desperation to other people but a professional like you just coming it to help this team?

“Sorry, I’ll stay still.” Aqua straightened his back, trying not to wince at the obvious cramping at his neck.