I was surprised by the number of people who favourited/alerted this fic even though it was originally supposed to be just a one-shot drabble. So here's another one, a present as thanks!

xx R.S.

His Smile

"Look!

"Who's that?"

"Have you heard of 'Kyoko'?"

"What, she's that beautiful girl from the Prisoner PV?"

"Ehh, she looks so ordinary in real life,"

Ren couldn't help inching his head slightly over in Kyoko's direction, instinctively wanting to protect her from ever believing those comments.
He wanted to tell her that it doesn't matter, fame doesn't matter, even that damn bastard Sho doesn't matter, and being pretty most certainly doesn't matter. He wanted to tell her it doesn't matter because she was already pretty and cute and beautiful just the way she is, and she was already the top in his world. And that should be enough, should satisfy her.

"Tsurugaaa-saaaann!" Kyoko spots him and calls out with her usual crazy enthusiasm. He smiles at her.

One day, he'll tell her those words, his feelings.