tokiyaichinose-san:

He understood what she meant, and completely agreed. “What would you like to do, Ms. Yuriko?” He addressed her formally, not wanting to sound rude. He blushed lightly as he noticed he was holding her hand. “A-Ah, forgive me.” He gently pulled away from her grasp, not wanting Reiji to get the wrong idea, or else it’ll be Idol Cleaning day… That wasn’t fun at all.. “Do you have anything else you want me to show you? Dining area? Piano room?”

“I’m not quite sure. What would you like to do, Ichinose-san?” Yuriko turned the question around. There really wasn’t anything on her mind. “Hmm? Oh, it’s not a bother,” she replied to him nonchalantly as he let go. The tall brunette hadn’t noticed for awhile as she was taken all over the campus. “Also, may you call me Yuriko? Calling me Miss makes me feel a bit old to be frank,” she had no problem in speaking her mind to anyone; however, she never really said what was on her mind unless she was comfortable enough with the person she was with. This request, though, was one she felt necessary before she felt the years she hasn’t experience add onto her name.