Kaito Miyahara is almost done with university. Only one final project remains, one that he has been putting off for three years. If he doesn't start now, he will be stuck in university for one more year, something that will further tarnish his resume. In a future where a simple failure is enough to destroy your career, he can't let that happen, but he can't think of anything. Miraculously, he runs into Sanae and Risa, two girls whose sole goal is to become idols. For Kaito, the only way of making it work in the current world is to think outside the box. To think big. To think galactically. And so he becomes the manager of the first, galactical idol group: Blostars. — Edited by RedPandaChick Cover art by @retrosensei on Instagram Follow me @VidalSosin on Twitter for updates New chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 15:00 UTC
View MoreOnly one van arrived in front of HQ. The merchandise had been sent to the mall the day before, meaning we didn't need to take any extra equipment to the fan meeting. The hacker controversy had died down a lot since it happened, so we didn't struggle to walk out of the building and get into the van. We were recurring customers for the van company, so they already knew what to expect. The driver also recognized us, which was a pleasant surprise for everyone. Miki and Satō weren't needed for anything during the fan meeting, so I gave them the day off. We reviewed the itinerary for the day as we drove to the mall, the same one where the restaurant we had performed at before was located. It took ten minutes to reach because of the traffic. To avoid disturbing people not i
The show was a success and the two next ones were no exception. The second place we performed at was the bar I had gone to before. Opposite to my initial visit, when the manager was rude and disrespectful, he was kind and helpful this time. As much as I hated to deal with such two-faced people, and wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, I wouldn't lower myself to that level. The third and last place was a small restaurant in a mall not too far from HQ. It wasn't located in the center of the city, but it was close. After the shows, the girls could barely move. I wanted to give them a week-long break but they refused. Somehow, they ended up bargaining for a two-day-long break instead. However, that didn't mean the rest of us had nothing to do. B
Aki and her parents promptly frowned as soon as I said that. I kept smiling, sitting between my parents. "Can you elaborate?" Aki's father asked. "Sure," I replied, taking a moment to formulate my words. "I started a widget repairing business as soon as I turned sixteen." "You did?" Aki said. "Obviously, I know nothing about technology. I convinced a classmate to start the business with me, she was a genius. People came to repair stuff like their glasses or antique computers. We quickly became popular in the neighborhood. However, even though she was incredibly fast at repairing stuff, we got to a point where we couldn't keep up with the requests." I paused to take a deep breath. Dad placed his hand on my shoulder and mi
Half of the workday had passed. I sat at my desk, doing my daily work and chatting with Aya and Tomokazu to come up with new ideas, when Aki knocked on the glass door of the office. "Come in," I said. She entered the room. "It's not common for someone to come here," I continued. "Did something happen?" "Can't I just come to see my Galactical Prince?" "Bleh," Aya uttered in disgust. I sighed. "I'd prefer if you called me by my name while we're at work." "That's not what you say when we…. Nevermind. Alright, Boss. I'm here to ask you if you're available tonight." The question caught m
Even though we had secured three more shows, the day didn't end on a high note. I waited for everyone to go home and Aki waited for me. I walked her to her apartment before heading to my Business Administration lecture. As usual, Professor Fuku sat at her desk when I entered the room, waiting for the students to arrive. I approached her. "Good evening, Professor Fuku," I smiled. "Good evening, Miyahara. You seem content today. Is it because you finished your project?" "Actually, it is practically finished. I'll just add more details over the coming month until the deadline." "Wonderful," she smiled. "Seeing you doing well makes me very happy." For a moment, we stared at each
The interrogation lasted ten minutes. Although Mr. Mochizuki asked similar questions to what he had asked the first time I had come, he added a few more specific to the current situation. "That wraps it up for now. Thank you for your cooperation," he said. "Your findings will be of great help to solve this case once and for all." "I'm just doing anything I can to prevent something similar from happening again, whether I'm the victim or anyone else." "That's good to hear," he smirked. I stood up to head out. However, he stopped me. "Mr. Miyahara," he called me. "May I get a little personal?" I expected anything but that. "Sure…,"
A sudden thought attacked my mind and made me sit up in a jump. The black sweater guy…. Could he be the hacker? It can't be. Am I going crazy? But it makes sense. "My arm…," Aki complained hoarsely. My jump had flung her arm backward. She rolled over some so she faced up. "Sorry. Did I hurt you?" She shook her head. "Why did you wake up? A nightmare?" "No." I sighed. "You'd worry if I told you it's nothing or not to worry about it, wouldn't you?" "Obviously." I stared down at the blanket before continuing. "Do you remember the fan that shook your hands?"
The girls wanted to take a shower as soon as possible, so they took turns to shower one by one. Meanwhile, there was a lot of equipment to disassemble, but the crowd was still heading out of the café. Several minutes later, the place was empty enough for Aya, Tomokazu, Miki, Satō, and I to start disassembling everything. We walked into the café and the few people that remained inside clapped at us. I didn't know how to react until Aya hit my arm. "Wave and smile," she whispered. Not having time to properly process what she said, I complied and waved and smiled at the small group of people. They seemed content before walking out of the café. "It wasn't so hard, was it?" Aya smirked. "Yeah, but I shouldn't be the center of