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To think this all started because she couldn’t shut the fuck up…

Honestly, in Elira’s eyes, this was well deserved but that doesn’t mean she’s going to be happy about it.

She was a complete and utter fool to believe that she was safe, all alone in the practice room, gushing on and on about a certain silver-haired idol to her brother on the other side of the phone. All the while not noticing her red-head junior entering the room, frozen by the doorway with a shocked expression as she kept on talking before nonchalantly turning out of habit to meet his gaze with a stunned look of her own.

Of course Elira forgave him, she trusts that Tsukasa wouldn’t tell a soul, but it’s a whole different story with Io; and now she’s paying the price for it.

As a producer, this week looked like the perfect opportunity on the face of it. Elira was finally able to secure a spot in Io’s busy schedule to collaborate with him for Knights’ new outfit for their upcoming live. After a few back and forths on the phone, they decided it would be best for him to meet the group in person so that coordinating the aesthetic and outfit fittings with them would be much easier than having to deal with choppy wifi, flights and timezones.

Professionalism was very common within both the idol and the fashion industry, and Io clearly demonstrated this the moment he stepped into the boardroom and introduced himself. Discussions started without a hitch, with everyone sharing ideas and Elira sketching them out, it seemed like there was nothing to worry about-

“So for the colours, I was thinking silver and blue because they’re clearly Elira’s favourite colour-”

“I’m literally going to throw you off this building.”

The monotonous delivery of their pink-haired producer’s threat, alongside the fact that she didn’t even look up from her sketchbook, made Tsukasa choke on his water, causing Arashi to pat his back in comfort as everyone turned to face the red-haired idol. Io raised his eyebrows curiously before a smirk formed on his lips, “Is that so, sis~? Cuz if you did then who’s gonna listen to your one hour breakdowns over how pretty he is-”

“Sleep with one eye open because I’m going to steal your kneecaps tonight.” Elira stopped drawing and turned to face her brother with a deadpan stare, making the designer laugh at her reaction. From the other side of the table, Tsukasa was able to recover but now he’s desperately trying to hold in a laugh.

The fact that their King was having trouble upholding a professional image in front of a guest, and how Elira seemingly dropped her usual cheerful demeanor, is a clear sign that, whatever Io has said, must’ve been something quite significant and this piqued the curiosity of the other members.

“Suo~ What’s so funny? I wanna laugh too! Tell us~” Leo pleaded, making the said King shake his head, “My deepest apologies Leo-san, but I don’t think Onee-sama would be comfortable if I were to translate.”

“Thank you! See Io? It isn’t hard to be a decent human being. You should learn from Kasa-kun~”

“You have absolutely no say in this because I can literally expose you right here, right now if I wanted to.”