Yusuke Kitagawa: We Each Keep Our Own Terms

Secretary Sawaguchi, wearing a professional smile, recognized the visitor's highly distinctive attire at a glance and approached him pleasantly. "Sir, regarding the observation elevator..."

"Yusuke—!"

Before the secretary could finish, Sonoko Suzuki's piercing shriek tore through everyone's eardrums with overwhelming force, making the caught-off-guard children cover their ears.

But she clearly had no attention left for such details. She bounded over to Yusuke Kitagawa in three strides.

Much taller than her, Yusuke Kitagawa silently lowered his gaze and looked at her indulgently. "Hello, Miss Suzuki. What a coincidence."

Watching his long lashes lower to veil his eyes, Sonoko Suzuki felt the melancholy, poetic aura of a beautiful man wash over her without restraint. She felt so blissful under that gaze that she was about to collapse.

"A kimono suits you so well..." In order not to ruin the beautiful impression of the moment, Sonoko Suzuki automatically filtered out Yusuke Kitagawa's words with practiced ease. "I should have sponsored one for you earlier. If you could have worn this to accept your award and then given media interviews..."

Then photographers would have preserved an appearance that so fully showcased Yusuke Kitagawa's looks, and plenty of news coverage could have been kept as souvenirs.

Ah, what a shame. Why hadn't she thought of that sooner?

"That won't be necessary. I'm not used to dressing like this."

Tangze shook his head and firmly refused Sonoko Suzuki's proposal.

Did he not know her by now? If he showed even the slightest hint of ambiguity, Sonoko Suzuki would probably stuff an entire wardrobe full of kimonos on him the next time they met.

It wasn't that he couldn't wear them, exactly, but wearing height-enhancing tabi socks under wooden geta was practically acrobatics. Unless necessary, Tangze did not want to put himself through that.

"Just treat