As if Yukiâs face couldnât get anymore deadpan, Banriâs words only wiped what was left of any expression off the map. This. Guy.
âIâm as sure as Iâve ever been, Ban.â It was spoken with an air of impatience, the cheering grating on his nerves as he tried to speak above them, though without going near the microphone. If Yuki were honest, he was more freaked out than ever before. From what he could remember, the last time they ever performed together, things didnât go well. Banri ended up hurt and then suddenly missing for five years, and himself? He was left to rot in misery until Momo came and saved him.
Would things end up the same?
His former partnerâs words shattered the serious train of thoughts, thoughâŠ
âYou canât remember. Feh. Honestly, youâre useless right now! The name of the song. Our first debut as actual idols and throwing away the band gig. ItâŠ.â There was a pause as a finger curled around his chin in thought.
âHmmmmmmmmm. Hm. Mhmmm? Hm.â
It was now Banriâs turn to look disenchanted, with Yukiâs antics. A hand went to his hip, the guitar strapped around his shoulder slightly swaying as he turned to stare him down. Honestly. Honestly!
ăTch. You canât even remember, either! Jeez, Yuki, youâre the useless one as always. Must be your old man brain getting stuck in that young body of yours.ă
Truth be told, he wasnât doing any better. In fact, this was probably the worst issue theyâd ever encountered, and this was supposed to be back in the day! He was ready to make a suggestion until something felt off, very eerie. His eyes slowly moved their focus onto the screaming fans chanting their group name.
ăYuki? Have you noticed that our fans arenât showing an ounce of impatience, or............... any individual free will at all? Itâs like a recycled scene in the distance repeating itself over and over again.ăAnd thatâs what freaked Banri out the most. God, he hated these types of things. It was like a nightmare on repeat. Cold, unfeeling. Fake as all hell.