[ a/n; sorry for being away for long. i've been quite busy with school. ]

You decided to do your research in the stands of the youth field. Malik had grown quite attatched to you over the very few days you've been here, and so, you decided to spend as much time as you could with him. After all, he practiced harder when you were there to watch him. He felt stronger when you were there to watch him, his efforts were finally seen, and this made him extensively happy.

You quickly typed something into the search bar on your laptop. The FFI was confirmed, but not starting just yet. Nosaka was still in America, undergoing extensive care. This tore a sigh from you. His reckless decisions. . . He brought this upon himself, but you still felt bad for him. After all, no one deserves to suffer, not even him.

"What's someone like you hanging around here for?"

This wasn't a voice you recognized, so you immediately closed your laptop and turned around. This wasn't a face you recognized either. He had rather sharp eyes, blue. His hair was dark blue as well, and he wore a simple hoodie. He didn't look very friendly, and yet approached you anyway. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he stared down at you.

"Excuse me?" You'd just tilted your head.

Wordlessly, he sat down not too far from you, staring off at nothing in particular. This was when it hit you; he was probably the best friend Froy had always been talking about. Ichihoshi Mitsuru, a name along this line or so.

"You're from Japan, why did you join Perfect Spark?" The blunette's tone was almost demanding.

"I'd like to think I haven't betrayed my old team and country." You responded, "I was merely given a wonderful opportunity, and I took it." Your voice was far softer than his, but it seems your demeanor had relaxed him to a point.

"What do you plan on even doing here?" You hadn't done anything to provoke this boy, but he seemed to be so unnecessarily hostile towards you.

"That's simple." You grabbed your documents, and stood up. "I plan on helping these children, and far more."

". . . Wait!" He suddenly called out to you, jumping up from his seat as well. You came to a halt, and looked at him, blinking your eyes. There was a pause of silence for a moment, where he'd just stared at you, and you slowly furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Yes?" You probed him to continue.

"My name. . ." A little embarrassed, he slightly turned away. "Ichihoshi Mitsuru. Vice President."

So he knew who you were after all, and decided only now to respect the authority you didn't care much for.

"You're free to call me by either of my names, [L/n] [Y/n]." Nestling your eyes shut you slightly bowed to him. "Pleasure to meet you Ichihoshi-kun. You're welcome to come by my office if you need anything." At that, you were just about to take off, until Ichihoshi opened his mouth, looking as if he was going to say something else. Again, there was an awkward pause, but he'd quickly closed his mouth and bowed, as if to say that was all.

You wouldn't provoke him further, and after flashing him a smile, you'd taken off to get back to your office. There was far more work that you needed to get to.

Your eyes flickered, seeing as Bernard was seated at the edge of your desk in your office. Upon seeing you'd come back from wherever you'd went off to, he stood up straight and gestured you to come inside. Your own office.

"[Y/n], have you settled in?" There was a rather welcoming smile on his face, but you couldn't help but feel very pressured when around him. He was in such high power after all, and despite being right under him in that sense of power - you felt as if you had none at all.

"I have, thank you. Everyone has been very nice. . . Surprisingly so." The last part had come out as a small mumble as you approached your desk, and placed your things down.

"You've become quite important, everyone's been a lot more lively since you've come here. Especial Froy." A small chuckle slipped past his lips. Bernard was a really kind young man, it was nice to see that all rich people weren't corrupted to the core.

"I don't see the appeal, sir. I'm sorry." You made it sound like a joke when you said this, a dry laugh had followed. "I haven't even done anything yet." You plopped yourself down on your desk chair.

"Yes, but they have hope that you'll start doing things soon." The white haired CEO went back to sitting at the edge of your desk. The light from the window had caught all his features, he was strangely elegant, and beautiful. Like a dove, or a swan.

"I wanted you to join the foundation because you had the experience that most of these children have." Bernard continued, this caught your interest, so you looked up at him. "You were in a near death experience, you were left behind, abandoned. Am I not correct." He turned his blue eyes to you.

"I-I guess. . ." You didn't really like thinking of it as something so. . . Important.

"You survived, and now you can tell others, that they can survive too." A rather gentle smile marred his features, and soon he'd decided to take his leave. Though, before reaching the door, he'd come to a stop and turned around to face you.

"Would you care to join me for lunch?"

You blinked your eyes, this was the first time he'd offered.

"Of course, I'll be happy to." You'd quickly smiled, nodding. What else could you say?