yuta
Holding her half-empty Haagen Dazs ice-cream cup, she stood wide-eyed. Yuta could almost glimpse her foxtail waving behind her if she had one. 

Leaning over to her eye level, the silver haired boy that was Yuta patted her on the head with one hand and on the other his index finger indicated the shhh motion.

Little did Belle know, that Yuta was slowly dying inside of humiliation. If she had been a feminazi, he would have been in for it and it would've been a good time to do a runner. Not that he was fit enough to run one kilometre without wheezing at his rate. The girls that preferred that kinda stuff, that open machismo were a niche market. Their band's target market. Ryusei would have cackled at this point if he knew. It would have been his stage persona turned reality. Reality that wasn't supposed to be happening.

belle
Are school boys in generation z that….brazen in their animated gestures, Belle wondered. Not to mention, they look way cooler than the boys that were roaming the streets in her high school days. 

Belle's eyes were transfixed on the boy in front of her instead of the man to the side. He had short silver coloured hair, centre part and undercut. He was slim and feminine looking with multiple ear piercings, donning a navy cardigan with a gold emblem, tussled tie and plaid pants. 

She was always a sucker for looking at pretty boys, and he was definitely one. Usually they were on the feed of an instagram app or the 2D faces spanning her dating simulation games. She had never seen one in real life and it was purposefully daunting. 

Noticing herself stare without abandon, Belle looked away hurriedly. She brushed her right palm on her plaid skirt. She felt so awkward and embarrassed. He was so cute and she had been staring with eyes like laser beams. She had almost forgotten her companion, the one that had tapped Yuta's shoulder. 

"Um, you kept dropping these on the floor", Bobby, Belle's companion motioned with his finger pointing to the path. There were a few scrunchies in various shapes and sizes. Gifts from fans, Yuta would imply later. They had spilled out from Yuta's unzipped tote bag. Alongside a few small knick knacks like a power bank, cosmetic bag, condom wrappers, some hi-chew gummy rolls, a small Moleskine journal and some biro pens. 

"Ah, thanks", murmured a blushing Yuta scrambling to pick up the remnants of his private life from nosy passers by. 

He felt so raw and embarrassed from what had transpired and she was still standing rooted to the pathway staring at him. All Belle could think of was how much of a fraud she felt. He was a teenager, she looked like a teenager. There was a difference and she knew it.