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Summary: Nikei Yomiuri's favourite day of the week is Sunday. There isn't a special reason for this other than because that's the day Setsuka Chiebukuro visits him just to talk about how her week went. Word Count: 2,347 A/N: All my other fics are Xanrei fics (DRDT) but I was really sick a while ago, and Setsukei was the only thing keeping me going. Because of that, here's a Setsukei one shot I wrote back in May. I'll get to writing more Xanrei soon!

just the usual with us.

When Setsuka Chiebukuro first came into Nikei Yomiuri's house uninvited on a random Sunday just to talk about how her week went and nothing more, Nikei hated it. He was in the middle of writing his newest article, and he didn't have time to hear about what Setsuka did. He kicked her out as soon as he could and went back to writing in peace.

She came back next Sunday to do the same. Then the next. The next one too. It was every. Single. Sunday.

The worst part was that she always came while he was writing his latest article. He kept changing the time of when he was writing it to avoid her interrupting, but she always came right when he was in the middle of it. He had no clue how she managed to do that, but it was annoying.

Eventually, he got used to it. Nikei found a way to work on his article while listening to Setsuka's week as she did basically whatever she felt like in his bedroom. It became a routine: Setsuka showed up at Nikei's house sometime on Sunday, they went to Nikei's bedroom, Setsuka talked about her week as Nikei talked to her while working on his article, Setsuka left, and it repeated next week. She always made time for it even on her busiest Sundays, and after the first few months, he started making sure the only journalism thing he was doing on Sundays was writing an article.

After more than a dozen of them, Sundays became predictable, nice, and his favourite day of the week.

When Nikei and Setsuka started dating, the first thing he asked her was to not stop visiting him on Sundays. She thought him asking was the cutest thing ever—it was not cute at all—and promised she had no plans to ever stop.

Today was a Sunday, and it was as nice as ever.

"Me and Em went home after that," Setsuka was telling him, eating some Alsatang he bought a while ago after finding out she liked them. "Em doesn't think we're allowed there anymore."

"It wasn't that bad," Nikei replied at his desk. He tried not to forget about writing his article while talking to her since his self-made deadline was approaching—his actual wasn't until a few months, but he liked being early by a few weeks—but it got harder as the Sundays went by and he started to like listening to her. There was this way that she could make even the most mundane topic the most interesting thing he heard all week. She would do great as a journalist.

She nodded. "That's what I'm saying, but Em thinks we're safer not going ever again. The food there was nice, so I'll miss that. I can have other people buy me food from there, though. People that aren't probably banned." She flashed him a smile. "You will, right?"

"Don't use me for food," was his response.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"That was definitely not a yes."

"It basically is with you."

Nikei didn't bother arguing. He would buy her food from that restaurant she liked if she wanted it. He was sure the disturbance she and their classmate, Emma Magorobi, caused wasn't bad enough to cause them to forever be banned from entering, but he would do it for her.

"That's all I did this week," Setsuka finished. "Nothing that interesting happened."

"You're classifying your experience with Emma as 'not interesting?'"

"You're the Ultimate Journalist. You tell me if you think that's interesting. If it's a scoop." Setsuka said the last sentence with a teasing smile.

"It's not front-page news or anything like that," Nikei answered. "It's more gossip than scoop-worthy. There are people who would be interested in hearing what Ultimate students did, but not enough to pick it up and read the whole thing."

"That's a lot of words for 'not interesting.'"

"It is interesting"—everything she did was interesting to him—"just not news-worthy."

"I'll take your word for it, Nik." She looked out his window. He preferred to work in the dark, which he got used to when writing articles all night, but he kept his windows open on Sundays. Setsuka didn't like sitting in the dark as much as he did. It didn't make sense when just her smile could brighten a room, but he was good with whatever made her happy. "We should go on a date next week. There's a small festival happening in the park on Sunday. We can go—if you don't make it into a journalism thing."

"Don't you come over on Sundays though?" Nikei tried not to make his voice sound needy and desperate.

"It's fine. I can come on Saturday—"

"Don't come on Saturday."

She blinked but didn't question it. "We can just hang out on Sunday then. Nothing special is happening, but it does sound fun!"

Nikei has no doubt that Setsuka would have fun. She could have fun almost anywhere. He would be fine with going to the festival if it wasn't on Sunday.

Sundays were their day. It was just a random day of the week, but Setsuka chose it as her day to come over, and he loved it. Her coming to his house on a Saturday wouldn't feel the same, and her talking about her week at the park during a festival wouldn't feel the same either. Sunday was a calm day for him since he never had anything other than writing to do, and having it at his house made it feel familiar and, in a way, domestic. Nikei Yomiuri was in no way a man that wanted a domestic lifestyle—journalism would never allow that—but he liked how it—this—felt with Setsuka.

However, he was a prideful man, he would admit, so he was never going to say that. "I'll think about it."

She smiled—she had that smile when she managed to get him to agree on doing something with her. Yes, he could tell the differences between every smile she had. No, he wasn't crazy. Any sane person would do the same with Setsuka Chiebukuro.

"Great!" she said. "Let me know by Friday before school ends. If you say no, then I'll have to ask someone else."

So, she was going to go whether he came with her or not. If that was the case, then she would probably talk mostly about the festival when she stopped by his house on her way home. He didn't want to hear her talk about an experience he could've been there for with her, so his answer would be going with her. But he wasn't going to say that now, or else he would sound desperate.

Nikei could tell that she was done talking about her week. That meant she would leave soon, so he didn't want that. To keep her here for longer, he said, "Setsuka, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she responded.

He had no question to ask her. Actually, there was one, and he might as well ask it now. "Why did you start coming here every Sunday just to talk about how your week went?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," Setsuka said. "I've been coming here every Sunday for almost a year, and you haven't said anything until now. I thought journalists were meant to ask questions to understand and know everything they don't."

"W-Well, I didn't know you were waiting for me to ask…" His hand reached up to touch his signature hat and lower it over his face.

"Relax, Nik! You don't have to be so tense." Her laughter that followed was enough to make him calm down under any circumstance. "Big Sis was only teasing."

"You really need to stop calling yourself that…"

She hummed. "Well, Nik, I started coming here because I realized a few weeks ago that you kept overworking yourself."

"No, I don't."

"That's what you kept telling everyone whenever they say it. You still do. Don't think I haven't noticed."

He didn't say anything.

"I care about all of our classmates," Setsuka continued. "That includes you, so Big Sis has to think of a way to get you away from your work even if it was just for half an hour. Then, that incident with Riri happened. I realized after I had the perfect answer to make take you away from your work: Talk to you about my week. I happened to think of that on a Sunday, and since Sunday is the end of the week, it works perfectly."

Nikei nodded along. The incident with Yuri Kagarin was that he made an entire festival just for the girls of their class. He bought everything, but it backfired almost immediately and ended with some of the workers trying to kidnap Yuri. It was interesting to hear, but he was more annoyed at Setsuka showing up out of nowhere to pay too much attention to that.

"It wasn't a fancy plan," she added, "but it's doing its job right. You haven't looked at your article one during the whole conversation!"

He hadn't.

"That's just today," Nikei said. "I'll be working on it tomorrow."

"I know you will, but I've been here for…half an hour?"

"Quarter of an hour."

"Basically an hour. I've been here for that long, and it's enough for now. You need to take breaks, Nik, and you make it clear that you're only taking them by force."

Even though he knew the topic was meant to be getting more serious, Nikei smiled. The thought of Setsuka "forcing" him to take a break just by distracting him with a conversation was sweet. It did work, and it was nice of her to be on the lookout for him.

"I think I can get you to take breaks in other ways now." She gestured to the two of them. "I mean, we are dating."

"Don't tell me you started dating me just to get an easier way for me to take breaks," he deadpanned.

"I would never do that! But since we are, I can do other stuff to get you away from journalism. I have to keep this one my main one, though. You love it too much for me to stop."

"I don't." He very much did.

Setsuka met his eyes. Wordlessly, she stood up from his bed and stood in front of him. Nikei felt a bit trapped with the arms of his desk chair trapping him, but he was okay with it. Mostly. Only if she stopped staring at him with such an expressionless face.

"Everything good, Setsuka?" he tried.

She said nothing. Instead, she cupped his face and tilted his head up. Then, she leaned down, brushed his bangs away, and kissed his forehead. She moved on to kiss his nose, his cheek, his jaw, and other places on his face.

Nikei could feel his face heat up with every kiss she gave him. He tried to push her off, but that only encouraged Setsuka to kiss him more in a faster pace. He should have known she was planning something!

"What are you doing?" His voice came out exasperated and whiny. He could ignore that for now if he could get his face away from her.

"I'm not"—a kiss on his temple—"going to stop"—a kiss on the bridge of his nose—"until you admit"—a kiss under his right eye—"you like my visits." She kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I like these visits. Now get off me!" Nikei tried to push her off again once he said the words she wanted to hear. His protests were cut short when she placed one final kiss his lips.

Despite how he felt he should be prideful and not let something as simple as this be what calmed him, Nikei let himself melt into the kiss, one of his hands resting on her shoulder. Knowing that Setsuka wanted to kiss him always made him go to cloud nine. He would want nothing more than to stay like this for as long as possible. Just the two of them, spending their time together for no other reason other than how they wanted to.

Unfortunately, it always ended far too soon for his liking. Today was no exception. Setsuka pulled back, gently breaking the kiss. Their eyes met, and for a second, neither of them said anything.

Then, Setsuka pulled on a cheeky smile and said, "I already knew you loved my visits. You had to, if you asked so sweetly for me to keep doing it when we first started dating."

Nikei was torn from the moment, so as usual, his face started to heat up. "It was not sweet—and why did you even ask that if you already knew the answer?"

"Your reactions are too cute! I don't think I'll ever get bored of them!" She laughed as she said it, and he hated that the best sound he ever heard had to come from embarrassing himself.

No, that was a lie. He didn't hate it. He loved that she found him cute—although he would rather her use a different word—even though he wasn't trying. Nikei never thought of himself as much for romance, but he was sure that if they weren't in high school, he would be looking for wedding venues.

But that was stupid. Nikei was better than those stupid hopeless romantics he always made fun of. They were in high school, and most romantic relationships in high school never make it past graduation—even though he really didn't want to think about a time where he wouldn't have Setsuka. He was basically already married fo journalism anyway. He couldn't spend any more time than he needed to away from it.

But Setsuka did want him to take a break from it. Nikei could listen to her for just a little longer.

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Summary: The K-pop company Utsuroshima doesn't know what to do with their remaining trainees, Mikado Sannoji, Hajime Makunouchi, Emma Magorobi, Iroha Nijiue, and Nikei Yomiuri. In the end, it's been decided to debut them into a new idol group called Void. Typically, K-pop groups don't have members with different accents, different body types, different heights… Oh, and don't even get started on how it consists of three boys and two girls. Although, in all fairness, the members in Void are the best Utsuroshima has. Utsuroshima's CEO Utsuro and Void's manager Akane Taira don't have other trainees lined up and ready to debut or anything. And, hey, maybe Void will be successful. If they ended up being the final five, they have to be good, right? Even if they're not good, they won't be too bad—hopefully. Word Count: 1,224 Warning: SDRA2 SpoilersA/N: I feel like advertising this here because I should probably post more fics here. However, since this is a longfic, I'm not gonna post the whole thing here due to the way Tumblr works making the idea of posting longfics not the best one. The chapters posted here are the prologue and the first chapter, and you'll know when it switched to the first chapter by the POV switch. If you're interested in reading more, the links to where you can read it will be provided at the end! And don't forget your daily clicks!

Sometimes, Yuki Maeda listened to K-pop. It wasn't often; it didn't entertain him that much. When he did, there weren't a lot of idols or even songs he would say he liked. Really, all of them were okay, but he just wasn't a huge fan of it. He was an ordinary person, so his music taste was completely average, and K-pop, well... It wasn't that average.

He still sometimes listened to it. There was no reason other than because he wanted to listen to something. It kept him busy and focused on something that wasn't all the cats running around outside their apartment. Seriously, he couldn't leave the apartment building without seeing at least five. He actually didn't mind them, but he knew some of his neighbours were allergic to cats. Their landlord was made aware of the problem but wasn't doing anything about it. He knew something had to be done soon, though.

Yuki couldn't hear any of the cats' meows in his bedroom, but he was still listening to K-pop right now. He didn't know anything about all the groups there were, so he picked a popular song. Like always, it wasn't bad, but he couldn't see himself being a huge fan of it or the artist. There wasn't anything about it to grab his attention. Well, in all fairness, he wasn't too sure what would. He was ordinary, so whatever would get an ordinary guy's attention would be how an idol group went for him.

His mom screamed his name. It wasn't the first time that happened. She had a fear of cats, and when the cats sometimes entered the apartment building, she needed his help to get the cats out. He stopped the song and went out to find the cat that sneaked into his apartment building.

There, he saw no cat in their apartment. There was supposed to be a cat, but there wasn't. Not today. Today was special. Today wasn't so ordinary.

Yuki knew the second he saw why his mom screamed his name, he wouldn't be so ordinary either.

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Utsuro knew they were a lost cause. They didn't look like each other, they didn't have complimenting personalities, and it was debatable to say they had enough training. It was hopeless to think they could make it anywhere, let alone make it big. It wasn't like he had a choice, though. Utsuroshima needed someone. They were the best they had.

The five sat in his office. He didn't want to know their names. Utsuro liked keeping things simple. That was why his office's walls and floor were grey, the wallpaper was only a few shades darker than the floor, his desk was brown, his chair was brown, and his desk was empty. There was no other furniture, but five chairs were brought in for them. The less, the better. Having them here wasn't simple, and knowing their names would be too much.

Akane Taira stood beside him, waiting for him to say something. Utsuroshima was her idea, but he actually started it, making him the CEO. She was the assistant, helping him try to get the company more popular. It wasn't. The only thing they could do now was send them into the K-pop industry.

He could imagine what people would say if they saw them. It would make sense to debut a boy group, since three of the five were boys, but Akane wanted to include the girls. How many idol groups were there with two genders in the same group? None that made it big enough to save their company from bankruptcy. Their looks would also be used against them, with having someone tall with lots of muscles with someone so short and skinny. There was a blonde girl who might have the visuals to make it and some boy who looked like he hadn't left his room in over a month. He didn't have to mention the boy who always wore a mask that covered one side of his face.

Four of the five were looking at him with expectant eyes. The masked one wasn't. His exposed face always looked emotionless, but his mask had shifted to a comfortable face. He might as well say something to end this sooner rather than later. "You five are going to be in an idol group together," Utsuro said. "We'll call you Void. There's practice tomorrow. You're dismissed."

Immediately, the hopeful look in their eyes vanished to disappointment or confusion, except for the masked one, his face remaining the same. Utsuro could feel Akane's eyes on him like she wondered if that was all he was going to say. It was.

After some silence, the boy with the black bangs asked, "Are you not going to say anything else?"

"No."

Akane covered her mouth from the other five and whispered, "You're supposed to say—"

"I know what I'm supposed to say," Utsuro said in a voice not anywhere near a whisper, "but I'm not going to. If K-pop groups have to have a meaning behind their name, you will have a void of success. You're going to fail, and Utsuroshima will go bankrupt. It's best if you leave now, but if you want to stay, you have dance practice tomorrow at 6:00 A.M."

"Maybe you could at least assign the positions," tried Akane. "Leader, rapper—"

Utsuro pointed at the masked one. "You're the leader, Mask Face."

Akane hands clasped, unclasped, and clasped together. "His name is Mikado..."

"I don't care. No one will. Anyway, Mask Face, you're the leader. You can figure out the rest of the positions yourselves if you want to use them." Before anyone could get another word out, Utsuro left his office.

He waited for the sounds of shoes rushing to catch up to him. He heard them soon enough, and Akane's voice came too. "Master Utsuro, I think you should've been a little kinder to them. They're just kids who want to achieve their dream—"

"They're not 'just kids.'"

"But they're young and want to be idols. I think you should be a little kinder to them. Iroha just turned 20, and since they're born in the same year, they can't even fit the requirement of age to audition for most companies anymore, so we should at least give them a chance here."

"We are, and we're also giving them a chance to leave before everything gets ruined. Do you genuinely think Void could become a well-known idol group people like?"

Her silence was all the answers he needed.

"Be realistic," Utsuro continued. "If you want to be kind, don't lie to them. The chances of them becoming famous are very slim. The meanest thing you could do to them is give them false hope."

Again, she didn't reply. Utsuro was fine with that. Akane could be very naive at times, and he had to be the one to remind her that kindness wasn't something that could easily be done. If the five that were there—he would just call them Mask Boy, Buff Boy, Pale Boy, Short Girl, and Blonde Girl—used their brains and left, it would be good for them. Otherwise, if they turned out to lack the brains they needed for this, Void would carry on. At least it could be a bit entertaining while it lasted.

If you liked this, you can read it on Wattpad or AO3! Please read the warnings, though, mentioned in the tags on AO3 and in the blurb on Wattpad. If you would rather read more on Tumblr, just ask me for the next part. I won't constantly be updating this on Tumblr though, so it's up to you to keep asking for new parts. Still, if you got this far, thank you for reading! Love you!