silently, he passes her a burner phone. eye-contact, makes a 'call-me' gesture and mouths 'later.' guess if he's gonna be in it, he might as well go all the way in. (idolverse :3)
CHIAKI IS SOMETHING OF an expert at keeping a straight face when something surprises her. it's a necessity, when fans will plaster the slightest expression change all over social media and speculate that you hate whoever you're looking at, or whatever was just said.
even so, it's hard to hide the slight widening of the eyes at the quiet gesture in the privacy of the car, tinted windows shielding them from the screaming horde outside. how they found out where she was staying during the new york tour she does not know, but it's going to be a nightmare getting in and out now that they do.
at least there will be something waiting for her at the end of the chaos.
just before she lowers her sunglasses, chiaki fixes him with a look — intense, heated, one that says in no uncertain terms, 'i will.' her fingers brush over his as she takes the phone, slides it into the pocket of the pale blue shorts cinched around her waist, and waits for him to step out and circle around so that she can safely step out of the car. sunglasses down like a mask coming up, like armor over the shoulders. from whatever they are to idol and bodyguard in the blink of an eye. they slip into their roles so easily now.
