Afternoon of Doing Nothing - Vocaloid 神威がくぽx巡音ルカ

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The afternoon photo shoot had finally come to an end. After spending most of the day at the studio, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka could finally change back into their own clothes and head home together. Their work had gone smoothly, and several shots that had originally been expected to require repeated adjustments were completed much faster than anticipated. Even the photographer couldn't help praising their natural chemistry and how effortlessly they worked together. However, finishing work successfully didn't necessarily mean they still had plenty of energy left. For the two of them, who had spent hours maintaining expressions in front of the camera, adjusting their poses to match the lighting, and repeatedly checking the smallest details, returning to the comfort of their own home was what they had been looking forward to most. The moment the front door closed behind them, Luka practically shed all the energy she had been maintaining outside. “Finally, we're home…” She sighed softly, placed her bag beside the entrance, and walked into the living room in her comfortable house slippers. Gakupo followed after putting their belongings in order and checking that the door was locked. Luka had already settled onto the sofa. She shifted farther into the cushions, searching for the most comfortable position, then raised both arms high above her head and stretched her body, which had grown stiff from maintaining the same poses for so long. Her long pink hair slipped over her shoulders as she moved, and several strands fell beside her face. She couldn't be bothered to fix them. Instead, she closed her eyes and let out a long, contented sound. “Mmm—I'm so tired.” Gakupo stood at the entrance to the living room, watching her. His long purple hair fell over his shoulders and down his back, and his expression carried the relaxed look of someone who had just finished a long day of work. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked to the other end of the sofa, sat down, leaned comfortably against the backrest, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. Luka finished stretching and turned to look at him. “Gakupo?” “Hmm?” “What are you doing?” “Spacing out.” His brief answer left Luka blinking for half a second. Then she couldn't help laughing. “I can see that! I meant, what are you thinking about?” Gakupo blinked slowly, seemingly taking several seconds to process her question. He turned his head slightly, looked at her, and thought seriously for a moment. “…I think I was wondering what we should do after the photo shoot today.” “Did you figure it out?” “Yes.” “What is it?” “Sit on the sofa.” Luka stared at him, then burst into laughter, her shoulders trembling slightly. “What kind of answer is that?” “An important one,” Gakupo replied with a perfectly straight face. “After all, I've already sat down, which means the plan has been successfully completed.” “You didn't have a plan in the first place!” “You caught me.” A faint smile finally appeared on his face, and his tone was as calm as if they were discussing what to have for dinner. Luka had intended to continue teasing him, but in the end, she could only laugh and shake her head. She had long since grown accustomed to moments like this with Gakupo. At work, he was always composed and capable of handling unexpected situations. Even when the shooting schedule suddenly changed, he rarely appeared flustered. In front of the camera, he knew exactly how to manage his gaze, posture, and expressions, making it difficult to imagine that this reliable, unflappable man could return home and spend several minutes thinking about whether he should get up to drink some water. Luka, however, didn't dislike this side of him. Quite the opposite. She loved it. Because only around someone he trusted could Gakupo reveal just how wonderfully lazy he could be. “Then, Mr. Gakupo, whose plan has been successfully completed,” Luka said, drawing her legs onto the sofa and turning to face him, “what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?” Gakupo looked at her, then glanced at the coffee table in front of them. “Drink some water.” “And after that?” “I don't know.” “What about dinner?” “That is a much more distant concern.” Luka glanced at the time. “It's already afternoon!” “I know.” “And we haven't eaten anything yet.” “I know that, too.” “So, are you planning to sit here forever?” Gakupo fell silent for a few seconds before slowly turning toward her. “If you'll keep me company.” He said it so naturally that Luka didn't know how to respond for a moment. She had only meant to tease him, never expecting him to turn the conversation toward her with such effortless calmness. “I-I'm already here!” “Mm. That means my plan has a good chance of succeeding.” “Stop making it sound like a work report!” Gakupo finally laughed. Seeing the smile at the corner of his mouth, Luka realized that he had probably been perfectly awake the entire time, deliberately pretending that his brain hadn't started working yet just to tease her. She picked up the cushion beside her and gently pushed it against him. “You're so mean.” “I'm merely expressing my thoughts honestly.” “That's not true!” “Then what do you think my thoughts are?” Luka hugged the cushion and stared at him for a long moment. “You just want to be lazy.” “That is part of it.” “I knew it!” “The other part is that I want to talk with you.” Her voice suddenly stopped. Gakupo didn't take the opportunity to tease her further. Instead, he leaned back against the sofa again, his expression returning to its usual calmness. He looked at Luka without rushing her or expecting her to say anything in particular, naturally leaving her enough time to process his words. Luka buried her face in the cushion, leaving only her blue eyes visible. “…You always do this.” “Do what?” “Suddenly say things that make it impossible for me to answer.” “Should I give you a warning next time?” “No!” Her response came so quickly that even she was startled. Gakupo raised an eyebrow slightly. “No?” Luka finally realized what she had said. Her cheeks gradually turned pink, and she hurriedly hugged the cushion tighter. “I mean… you shouldn't deliberately tease me!” “I see.” He didn't press her any further. Instead, he reached for the blanket that had slipped into the gap between the sofa cushions, pulled it free, and spread it over her legs. “You worked hard today.” This time, his voice was much gentler. Luka looked down at the blanket covering her legs, and the words she had been about to say suddenly vanished. Today's photo shoot really hadn't been easy. For the final set of shots, she had needed to adjust her posture and expressions repeatedly. A few times, the results hadn't quite met the desired standard, requiring them to shoot the same scenes again. Although she hadn't grown impatient, concentrating for so long had inevitably left her exhausted. Gakupo was no different. He might have looked more relaxed than she did, but he had put just as much effort into the work. “You worked hard, too,” Luka said softly. “You did a lot today as well.” “Thank you.” “You don't have to thank me.” “Then I'll accept it.” Luka glanced at him. “What exactly are you accepting…?” “Your concern for me.” Luka buried her face in the cushion again, this time with even the tips of her ears turning a faint shade of pink. Gakupo watched her with a subtle smile in his eyes, but he didn't continue pursuing the subject. He knew that if he said another couple of things, she would probably hide her entire face and refuse to look at him for the rest of the afternoon. So he decided to change the subject. “By the way, didn't you mention at the studio today that you wanted to visit a bookstore sometime?” Luka slowly lifted her head. “Yes! I want to find some new novels, as well as a few books about cooking. I saw someone recommend a really large bookstore recently. Apparently, it has a very comfortable reading area.” “Where is it?” She told him the name of the store, then added a few details about what she had read in the description. Gakupo listened, occasionally asking questions about whether the store had a café, whether parking nearby would be convenient, and what kinds of books she wanted to buy. He didn't immediately start making arrangements or turn their conversation into a detailed itinerary. He simply listened attentively as she talked about all those little things. Eventually, Luka suddenly stopped speaking. “Do you ever think I'm boring?” “Why would you ask that?” “Because I always seem to talk about little things. Where I want to go, what I want to read, what desserts I want to eat… It feels like I never have anything particularly interesting to talk about.” Gakupo looked at her quietly for a moment. Then he moved the cushion beside him out of the way and shifted a little closer to her. “Luka.” “Hmm?” “What do you think we're doing right now?” She thought about it. “Talking?” “Exactly.” “And?” “The things you've been telling me are what we're talking about,” he explained calmly, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. “I never asked you to say something profound, and you don't have to come up with an interesting topic every time.” Luka listened quietly. “I just want to know how your day went, what you've been enjoying lately, and what you're looking forward to.” He smiled faintly. “If you're willing to share those things with me, that's already interesting enough.” She gazed at him, her expression gradually softening. “…You're really good with words.” “Is that a compliment?” “Yes.” “Then I'll accept a second expression of your concern.” “That's a compliment, not concern!” “Apparently, compliments and concern are two different things.” “Gakupo!” He finally burst out laughing. Luka couldn't help reaching over to give his arm a gentle tap, laughing along with him. The little worry she had been carrying disappeared somewhere between their conversation and their laughter. After a while, she suddenly remembered something. “Wait, didn't you say you wanted to drink some water?” Gakupo paused. “…Yes.” “Have you had any?” “Not yet.” She stared at him in disbelief. “So you've been sitting here all this time and actually forgot to drink water?” “Because something more important came up.” “Talking?” “Mm.” Luka looked at his completely untroubled expression and finally surrendered. “I can't do anything with you. Wait here. I'll get you some water.” She was about to stand up when Gakupo rose first. “No need. I'll get it. You've already worked hard enough today.” “But…” “What would you like? Warm water or juice?” Luka looked at him, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. “Warm water, please. Thank you.” Gakupo nodded and headed into the kitchen. Before long, he returned with two glasses, placed one in front of her, and sat down beside her again. Luka wrapped her hands around the glass and took a small sip of warm water. “That feels so nice.” “Mm.” “Coming home really is the best.” Gakupo looked at her contented expression and nodded gently. “I think so, too.” The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, leaving soft patches of light across the living room floor. Their photo shoot was over, there were no appointments they needed to rush to, and nothing demanded their immediate attention. Luka leaned against the sofa, sipping her water slowly. Every now and then, she would remember something and turn to tell Gakupo about it. He continued wearing that seemingly absent-minded expression, answering at his own unhurried pace. Sometimes, he would suddenly ask a completely unrelated question halfway through her story, leaving her laughing helplessly at him. Gradually, Luka's voice grew softer. As she looked at the man beside her, she realized that compared with carefully planned dates, lively activities, or extraordinary moments that became unforgettable memories, an ordinary afternoon like this had a charm that couldn't be replaced. Because she didn't need to pretend to be energetic, nor did she have to worry that silence would make things awkward. She could stretch whenever she wanted, complain freely about being tired, and talk about all the little things that didn't seem particularly important. And Gakupo was right there beside her. They didn't need to constantly search for something to say or rush to fill every quiet moment. They were simply spending the afternoon together, occasionally talking, sometimes exchanging smiles, and naturally remaining close even when neither of them had anything to say. “Gakupo.” “Hmm?” “I think today is really nice.” He turned his head and saw Luka smiling at him. “What part?” “Just… finishing the photo shoot, coming home, sitting on the sofa, and doing absolutely nothing.” She paused for a moment before adding softly, “And having you here with me.” Gakupo's gaze softened. Rather than responding with some elaborate declaration, he gently brushed the long strands of hair that had slipped over her shoulder back into place. Then he let his hand rest naturally against the cushion behind her. “Then let's keep spending the afternoon like this.” Luka moved a little closer to him with a smile. “Okay.” The sunlight outside remained bright. They still hadn't decided what to have for dinner or which movie to watch, and Gakupo's original plan for what to do after returning home had clearly strayed far from its initial direction. However, he had no intention of correcting it. After all, to him, being able to sit on the sofa with someone he cherished after a busy day, talking about insignificant little things and occasionally making her laugh, was already the most wonderful way to spend an afternoon. And right now, he simply wanted to stay where he was and listen to Luka finish the story she hadn't yet finished telling him