The Moment of Intrusion - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 After dinner, Luka still couldn't quite look Gakupo in the eye. Especially whenever she remembered the scene from that afternoon, being caught red-handed, hugging a purple pillow while the man himself discovered a room full of her collection. She even suspected that Gakupo planned to turn this into a running joke for the next several decades, bringing it up whenever he got the chance to tease her. What made her even more gloomy was that he seemed to be in an extremely good mood. "Are you full?" Gakupo set down his utensils and asked gently. "Mm, I'm full." "Then I'll wash the dishes, and you can wipe the table." "Okay." Luka immediately stood up to clear the table, as if moving fast enough could bring this mortifying evening to a quicker end. The two of them were already used to dividing the work this way. Gakupo took the dishes into the kitchen to wash, while Luka packed the leftovers into containers, tidied the table, and set the used cups beside the sink. Occasionally, Gakupo would hand her a washed plate to put back in the cupboard. "Be careful, this one's still wet." "Got it." "That bowl next to it needs to be dried too." "Gakupo, you really are such a nag." Luka turned around and glared at him. Gakupo only smiled. "I'm just afraid you'll drop the bowl." "I won't!" "That's good." Seeing that he had no intention of arguing with her at all, Luka felt even more frustrated. Before this afternoon, things between them had been perfectly normal. Although they sometimes ate together, chatted, and shared funny stories from work, she had never imagined that the fan identity she had hidden for years would be exposed in such a dramatic way. And now look at this. Gakupo had not only seen her posters, albums, and merchandise, but also found out she owned a pillow of him. And he even called her "Miss Devoted Fan" to her face! Luka wiped the tabletop until it was spotless, while another thought quietly surfaced in her mind. Since Gakupo had discovered her secret, couldn't she find out his too? The thought made her pause for a moment. She turned to look at Gakupo, who was washing dishes, and a hint of mischief gradually crept into her eyes. "Gakupo." "Hm?" "What time are you heading out tomorrow?" "Around eight thirty. Why?" "Nothing, just asking." Gakupo glanced at her, seeming to find the question a bit sudden, but he didn't press. "And you?" "About the same." The two quickly finished cleaning the kitchen, made sure the gas was off, and put the trash bag by the entrance to take downstairs on their way out the next day. Everything was the same as usual. It was only when they each headed toward their own rooms that Luka's plan truly began to take shape. She stood in front of her door and looked back at Gakupo. "Good night." "Good night, Luka. Get some rest early." Gakupo nodded to her, then walked into his room. The moment his door closed, the smile on Luka's face changed. "Hehehe..." She folded her arms, picturing Gakupo standing at her door that afternoon, smiling as he looked at the room full of collectibles. He had clearly been surprised too, yet he had recovered his composure so quickly that he even had the spare energy to tease her. In that case, she wanted him to experience that feeling of being caught off guard as well. Besides, she was honestly a little curious. Gakupo was a very private person who always kept his belongings in perfect order. His room probably looked tidy too, and perhaps apart from work items and a few books, there was nothing special in it. But what if there was? What if his room also hid something he didn't want others to know? Thinking of this, Luka couldn't help laughing. She didn't change clothes, still wearing the casual outfit from dinner, only tidying her hair a little before walking straight out of her room. She went down the hallway to Gakupo's door and knocked. "Gakupo?" His voice came from inside the room. "What is it, Luka? Wait a moment." Luka blinked. Wait a moment? She looked down at the doorknob, then recalled how embarrassed she had been when she was caught that afternoon. No way. She had to even the score today. "Then I'm coming in!" The moment the words left her mouth, she grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open. "Excuse me!" However, the instant she stepped into the room, the smile on her face froze completely. Because the sight before her was beyond anything she had imagined. Gakupo's room was also filled with collectibles related to her. Her posters hung on the walls, her albums lined the bookshelf, all kinds of limited-edition merchandise sat on the desk, and there were even collectible cards from her early activities. The items in the display cabinet were neatly arranged, each one carefully preserved. Some products had long since been discontinued, and even Luka herself couldn't remember which designs had been released back then. And Gakupo not only owned those collectibles but had also sorted and displayed them by category, as if it were a small exhibition room that had been maintained for a long time. What shocked her most was the area near the head of the bed. There sat a pillow with long pink hair. The character on the pillow was none other than Megurine Luka. Luka stood dumbfounded at the door. She looked at the posters on the wall, then at the display cabinet, and finally turned her head slowly toward Gakupo, who was standing beside the desk. Gakupo clearly hadn't expected her to barge in either. He had been tidying the collectibles on his desk, and when he heard the door open, he hadn't even had time to put down what was in his hands before his eyes met Luka's. The two fell silent for a few seconds. "..." "..." Gakupo's cheeks gradually flushed red. Luka's expression shifted from shock to disbelief, and then the corners of her mouth began to rise, bit by bit. She finally understood. So she wasn't the only one hiding a secret. So this Kamui Gakupo, who was normally so calm and composed, always wearing a gentle smile, had privately collected this many things related to her. And it looked like he had no fewer than she did! "Luka, why did you suddenly come in?" Gakupo tried to keep his usual tone but couldn't completely hide the flush on his face. "Didn't you say to wait a moment? I just..." "Just what?" Luka deliberately tilted her head. Gakupo was momentarily at a loss for words. She slowly walked into the room, her gaze sweeping over the collectibles on the desk, and finally stopping on a familiar photograph. "Oh my, isn't this a photo from one of my events from way back?" Gakupo instinctively hid what was in his hands behind his back. This movement only made Luka laugh even more happily. "And this! Isn't this a limited-edition standee?" She walked up to the display cabinet and examined the collection inside closely. "Wait, I remember this poster being really hard to get now. When did you even collect it?" Gakupo coughed lightly. "For a while now." "A while?" Luka turned her head, her eyes full of amusement. "How long?" "...Since your early works." Luka was stunned. She had only meant to tease him, but she hadn't expected an answer like this. Since her early works? In other words, even before they had become roommates because of the landlord's lease mix-up, Gakupo had already been collecting her albums and merchandise. Her feelings suddenly became a little complicated. Mixed in with the surprise was a joy she couldn't quite describe. That feeling didn't last long, though. Because she soon noticed the pillow by the head of the bed. Luka walked over, picked up the pink-haired pillow, held it in her arms, and examined it carefully. Then she slowly turned to look at Gakupo. "So you have one of these too?" Gakupo's face turned even redder. "It's a limited-edition item." "I know." "It wasn't easy to get at the time." "I know that too." As she answered, Luka's mischievous grin grew more and more obvious. "So?" Gakupo looked at her. "So what?" Holding the pillow, she slowly walked up to him and deliberately softened her voice. "So you're one too." Upon hearing this, Gakupo was completely speechless. Looking at Luka's smug expression, he finally understood what consequences his behavior that afternoon had caused. He had only wanted to tease her a little. And now, it was she who held his secret. And clearly, she intended to make the most of it. "So..." Luka hugged the pillow tighter and asked with a beaming smile, "Do you listen to my albums too?" Gakupo was silent for a moment. "Yes." "And collect my merchandise?" "...Yes." "And hang my posters in your room?" Gakupo glanced at the wall. "Haven't you already seen them?" Luka finally couldn't help bursting into laughter. "Gakupo, how are you so cute!" This line left Gakupo completely stunned. On stage, he was long accustomed to fans' enthusiasm and had heard all sorts of praise. Yet when Luka, hugging his pillow, looked at him with such a laughing gaze and even called him cute without any reservation, he found himself at a loss. "Luka..." "Hm?" "You're very pleased with yourself right now, aren't you?" "Of course!" She answered with perfect confidence. "You did the same to me this afternoon! Now it's finally my turn." Gakupo smiled helplessly. "Alright, I'll count this one as your win." "It's not 'counting' as my win, I really did win!" Luka corrected him immediately. Hugging the pillow, she looked around the room once more, then suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to ask: "So, which of my songs is your favorite?" The embarrassment on Gakupo's face slowly turned serious. He thought for a moment, then answered with the title of one of her early works. Luka's eyes widened immediately. "That one?!" "Mm." "But that song is from such a long time ago!" "I know." "You actually still remember it?" Gakupo looked at her, a trace of tenderness in his eyes. "Of course I remember. I love that song." Luka suddenly fell quiet. She had been planning to keep teasing him, but because of that sentence, she forgot what she was going to say next. After a while, she lowered her head and gently stroked the pillow in her arms. "...Actually, I really like your songs too." Gakupo was slightly taken aback. Luka lifted her head, still smiling, only this time with less mischief and more sincerity. "So seeing that you've collected so many of my things, I'm really happy." Gakupo looked at her quietly. Then he smiled too. "Me too." Those three short words suddenly made the atmosphere in the room warm. However, Luka clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook just yet. She suddenly lifted the pillow and deliberately waved it in front of him. "So, can I borrow this pillow for a hug?" Gakupo looked at the pillow in her arms and couldn't help reminding her: "You're already holding it." "Oh, I just wanted to confirm." "Confirm what?" Luka blinked, grinning slyly. "Confirm whether you hug it to sleep every night." "Luka!" This time, Gakupo finally couldn't help calling out her name. His cheeks turned an even more obvious red, while Luka laughed so hard she could barely stand. "Hahaha! You're blushing!" "Weren't you the same this afternoon?" "That's different!" "How is it different?" Luka couldn't come up with an answer. Hugging the pillow, she glared at him and could only huff in the end. "It's just different, okay!" Gakupo finally laughed out loud. Looking at Luka in front of him, he suddenly felt that she looked more vivid right now than the poised and graceful figure she usually presented at work. And Luka, for her part, discovered that this ever-gentle and composed man could also blush when his secret was exposed. This discovery made her extremely happy. She put the pillow back at the head of the bed, clasped her hands behind her back, and flashed him a smug smile. "Alright, I've accomplished my goal for today." "Your goal?" "To restore the balance, of course!" Luka said with a laugh. "Now we're even. You know my secret, and I know yours." Gakupo nodded helplessly. "Yes, we're even." "So from now on, you're not allowed to call me Miss Devoted Fan!" He raised an eyebrow. "Then you can't call me Mr. Fan either?" Luka thought for two seconds, then burst into a smile. "Deal!" She held out her pinky and wiggled it at him. Gakupo looked at her hand and smilingly extended his own pinky, gently hooking it around hers. "Deal." Their fingers linked briefly. It was only the most ordinary of promises, yet the distance between them seemed to quietly shrink a little. Luka nodded in satisfaction and turned toward the door. "Then good night, Gakupo." "Good night, Luka." Before leaving the room, she couldn't help looking back at the collectibles once more. Then she flashed him a smile full of meaning. "Oh, and next time, if you want to see my collection, you can just ask me." Gakupo answered with a smile. "Alright." "But next time, it's my turn to go cheer for you at your concert!" With that, she finally left, fully satisfied, and gently closed the door behind her. Left alone in the room, Gakupo gazed at the door that had closed again, and only after a good while did he look down at his display cabinet. He had thought his secret would stay hidden in this room forever. He never expected it to be discovered in such a startling way. But when he thought of Luka's smile just now, and the look on her face when she said she was happy, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily. He had no regrets. After all, meeting someone who cherished his work just as much was something to be glad about. What's more, that person was the roommate who ate with him every day, tidied the kitchen with him, and occasionally shared the little details of life with him in the living room. On the other side, back in her own room, Luka also couldn't help laughing. She had only wanted to even the score, but she hadn't expected to uncover such a delightful secret. Gakupo had actually been collecting her albums and merchandise ever since her early works. The realization left her heart unable to settle for a long time. She lay on her bed, gazing at the ceiling, with the image of Gakupo's blushing face floating in her mind. "...So you are one too." She couldn't help whispering it once more. This accidental cohabitation had originally been just for the convenience of work and splitting the rent. But now, she was starting to feel that being able to live under the same roof as Gakupo might be something happier than she had ever imagined. What she didn't know was that, for Gakupo, tonight was also a special night. Because from this day on, the two of them shared a secret that only they knew. And this secret might also become the starting point for how their relationship would gradually change.