#I love that how the idols that aren't performing wave to the crowd like it's a Disney parade

[rosecandyart]

I love my wife, she's so cool

[woozinhos]

Mean dom Yeosang x Fan reader smut with creampie?

as a yeosang stan collector you���re welcome hehe

Yeosang gripped your hips tightly as he positioned himself at your entrance, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're going to take me so well, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

Without waiting for a response, he pushed into you in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt.

You let out a gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body adjusting to his size.

Yeosang didn't give you much time to adjust, however. He began to move immediately, his hips snapping against yours with rough, deliberate thrusts.

You could hardly believe that this was happening. Yeosang, the idol you had been fawning over for months, was now deep inside you, taking you in a way you had only ever dreamed about.

His grip on your hips was almost bruising as he continued to pound into you, his eyes dark with desire.

Yeosang leaned forward, his body pressing against yours as he continued to move inside you.

"You feel so good," he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "So tight and wet for me."

As Yeosang continued to move inside you, your mind flashed back to the concert you had attended earlier that day.

You had been in the crowd, watching him perform from afar, admiring his every move and gesture.

And now here you were, lying beneath him, his body tangled with yours in the most intimate of ways. It was surreal, almost like a dream.

Yeosang's thrusts grew harder and more forceful, eliciting a series of moans from you that you couldn't hold back.

He seemed to relish in the sound, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he listened to your cries of pleasure.

"That's it," he said, his voice rough with exertion. "Let me hear how much you love this."

Yeosang's pace quickened, his hips slamming into you with almost animalistic intensity.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he continued to claim you from the inside out.

You were completely overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body, your mind consumed by the feeling of him moving inside you.

As the pleasure built to a fever pitch, Yeosang broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you.

His eyes were dark with lust, his expression fierce as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice filled with possessive ownership. "Say it. Say you're mine."

You could barely form coherent words, but you managed to gasp out a single word between moans.

"Yours..."

Yeosang's grip on your hips tightened even further, his eyes flashing with satisfaction at your response.

"That's right," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me. Only me."

Yeosang leaned forward again, his lips grazing against your ear as he continued to move inside you.

"You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I can feel it. You're going to come for me soon."

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to Yeosang as the pleasure inside you continued to build to an almost unbearable level.

He took advantage of the new angle, his cock hitting even deeper inside you as he continued to thrust.

"That's it," he groaned, his hands moving to your hips to hold you in place. "Arch for me. Show me how much you want this."

Your body couldn't hold back any longer.

With a loud cry, you tipped over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves of ecstasy.

Your inner walls clenched around Yeosang's cock, your body shuddering and trembling as you rode out the pleasure.

You could hardly believe it, but Yeosang had just filled you up with his cum, claiming you in the most primal way possible.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Fuck," he muttered, his face buried in your neck. "That was... incredible."

As you both lay there, still tangled together and trying to recover from the intensity of your encounter, you found the courage to ask the question that had been on your mind.

"Was this... a one-time thing?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "Since I'm just a fan and all..."

Yeosang lifted his head from your neck and looked down at you, his eyes dark and unreadable.

For a moment, he didn't say anything, his gaze locked onto yours.

Then, slowly, he spoke.

"No," he said, his voice low and firm. "This isn't a one-time thing. You're not just a fan to me anymore."

Yeosang rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so that you were facing each other.

He reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle but possessive.

"You're mine now," he repeated, his eyes burning with intensity. "And I don't share what's mine."

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

☆Idol, Idol☆

Murmur was making room on his desk for more akudol merchandise. Humming happily as he added the new additions to his collection.

"Geez, don't you have enough of that shit already?" Eito asked while lighting a cigarette. "Absolutely not! Star-Chan just came out with a new poster that I need to buy and have them autograph!"

Furcus looks up from one of her many books. "Aren't you running out of desk space?" "Who needs a desk? This is a shrine for my precious Star-Chan!"

"Aren't all akudol's basically the same? I don't understand why you need to be so obsessed with this one in particular." March pokes at one of the figurines which Murmur promptly slaps his hand away.

"Star-Chan is different! They've been performing since I went to school here. And they always remember me. And they call me their number one fan! And they've personally given me front row tickets before!"

"Oh, Devi, their feeding your obsession." "What does your spouse think about all this shit?" Murmur gasps offended.

"For your information, we both like akudols, and they don't mind my collectibles. They even managed to get me a ticket for their concert today!"

Murmur buzzed with excitement. Happy to see his favorite akudol, but sad his partner always seemed to be busy for those concerts. He had hoped bond with them over this akudol too.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Fixing your hair and makeup as you got ready for your concert tonight, you smiled at your reflection. "You mean even after all these years, your husband still doesn't know you're Star-Chan?" Your manager asked.

You giggled and fixed your outfit. "Nope! Isn't that adorable? He's so excited when he sees either side of me. I love it!"

"Are you sure you want to retire? You still have several years left in your career." "I'm getting older. Akudols is a younger demons game. Besides , I can still perform. But I want to perform as myself and not Star-Chan."

You test your mic. Your manager sighs and leans against the wall. "I guess I can't force you to continue. But are you sure you want to announce it tonight?"

"Yep!" You chirp as you slipped on your heels. You could hear the roar of the crowd. "You know what they say, 'it's now or never' if I don't do it tonight I never will."

The peppy beat starts, and you strut onto the stage. A bounce in your step as you hear the roar of the crowd. You see Murmur in the front row cheering. You give a little wave and start the song.

☆I can't help it if I make a scene, stepping out of my hot pink limousine. Turning heads, and I'm stopping traffic. When I pose they scream, and when I joke they laugh.☆

You see the neon glowsticks and banners waving frantically around. You brush your hair out of your face. Leaning towards the edge of the stage where your fans can almost touch you.

☆I've got a pair of eyes that they're getting lost in. They're hypnotized by my way of walking.☆

You laugh and back away from eager hands swaying your hips playfully. You wave your finger in a scolding manner. You flaunt your dazzling charisma, ensuring you have the crowds' undivided attention.

☆I've got them dazzled like a stage magician. When I point, they look, and when I talk, they listen.☆

You stop in the middle of the stage, looking out at the crowd. So many had shown up. So many cheering your name.

It's been a great journey to reach where you were today. You couldn't have done this without your fans. How wonderful it was to have them.

☆Well, everybody needs a friend, and I've got you, and you, and you. So many I can't even name them. Can you blame me? I'm too famous!☆

You smirk confidently as you place your hand over your heart. You spread your wings and take flight. Spinning and twirling around the room.

Your fans become more excited reaching up for you. But you only reach out for one. Your husband. You adore his shocked face as you drag him on stage.

☆Haven't you noticed that I'm a star? I'm coming into view as the world is turning. Haven't you noticed I made it this far?☆

You face him and let your magic disguise drop. His jaw hits the floor. You laugh and kiss his cheek. You adored his reactions.

☆Now everyone can see me burning. Now everyone can see me burning. Now everyone can see me burn~ing.☆

The stage lights shut off. The curtains close. None of that matters, though. They only thing that matters is what you'll husband will say.

"I... i... can't believe it." You bite your lip worried. It turns out you didn't need to worry. "I'M MARRIED TO STAR-CHAN!!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!"

You gasp startled as he picks you up. You both end up laughing as he spins you around. "Do you realize what this means?" He asked.

You shake your head amused. "You can sign all my new Star-chan merch!!!!" You can't help but laugh hysterically as he sets you down and pulls off his backpack shoving newly bought items into your hands.

[shiningwonderland]

Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

QA: Rei (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

November — After Carnival

We meet in the classroom after school to discuss the school festival performance now that it’s over.

We go over the stage set-up, how it looked to the audience, the performance itself, how effective the songs used were, and things of that nature.

The two of us identify areas to reflect on and improve for next time.

Ren Jinguji: The last song was pretty good. It really helped get the crowd going.

Jinguji-san picks up the sheet music for the last song from among the scores scattered on the desk, and looks at it happily.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you.

Ren Jinguji: I still feel the same way about all of this as I did this summer, but the background music you played during the performance didn’t fail to move me either. It seems your music truly has a way of touching people’s hearts.

Ren Jinguji: Perhaps God has destined you to be a composer.

The moment Jinguji-san utters the word destined, his expression darkens just a little.

Haruka Nanami: I think calling it destiny is a bit of an overstatement… My skill is not that extraordinary.

Haruka Nanami: I just like writing songs, that’s all there is to it…

My face turns red and I quickly wave my hands out in front of me.

Ren Jinguji: I’m not just spewing out pleasantries. I’m saying that you really ought to continue pursuing becoming a composer, Lady. 

Ren Jinguji: There aren't many people who can write music that touches the depths of people's hearts. But you have that talent.

Ren Jinguji: It would be a crime to possess a gift unique to yourself and not make the most of it. Don't you agree?

Jinguji-san speaks with an unusually earnest look on his face.

What’s going on? He’s being so intense. …It’s kind of scary.

Ren Jinguji: Whether I become an idol or not is… another story.

That being said, he looks down at the scores I’d written.

What is he talking about, another story? Jinguji-san is someone who was born to be an idol...

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別って… When you say that… (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Are you saying that I’ll… have to debut on my own?

It would be terribly depressing if that were the case.

Ren Jinguji: Look up, being sad doesn’t suit you. I only wanted to emphasize that you can accomplish your dreams with or without me. That's all I was trying to say. 

With a warm smile, he looks over my scores with an incredibly fond gaze.

It makes me so happy to know he loves my music. But that is all the more reason I want to keep working with him.

Ren Jinguji: It would be difficult for an ordinary composer to debut without the help of an idol. It's how the system here is designed to work.

Ren Jinguji: But… with you… There is no way the boss would have ignored your talent. I was right to pick you in that respect.

Ren Jinguji: People can’t criticize you for failing to make your debut because of me. I'm not capable of winning over people's hearts like that.

Haruka Nanami: That’s not true! Your mere existence is a miracle!

Haruka Nanami: There are very few people who can shine so brightly and exude such a strong presence! That's why I don’t believe for a second that you can’t also make your debut!

It is possible to still debut even if you do not win the graduation audition, as long as you score over a certain threshold.

A person's vocal ability is undoubtedly the most important factor, but it is not the only aspect that is evaluated at the audition.

The costume, dance skill, performance, stage presence, character, public speaking, and grades received in classes and on tests throughout the year are all taken into account as well.

Ultimately, the principal will then determine whether or not he wants to hire you to join the Shining Agency.

Jinguji-san's looks and stage presence are both exceptional, and his vocal ability is also outstanding.

I believe that Jinguji-san even has what it takes to debut right now.

I see no reason why he cannot make his debut.

If he doesn’t, it is absolutely because he didn’t want to.

If not that, then he might have seriously fallen in love and is prioritizing his romance over his debut…

Now that I think about it, Jinguji-san and a girl at the school festival…

Just the memory of it makes my heart ache.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san… If I may ask… about the girl you kissed the other day…

As soon as the words leave my mouth, his brows furrow.

A-Ah… Why did I just say that? I sound so…

Haruka Nanami: Um… so… Is she… your girlfriend…?

This was something I never intended on asking, but… It had been weighing heavy on my mind since then and the question truly slipped out.

Though I had thought that Jinguji-san treating the girls so sweetly was just fanservice and nothing serious…

There could be a possibility that he might genuinely like someone…

And if he chooses to romance them over becoming an idol, then…

Ren Jinguji: I knew you were watching…

He lets out a huge sigh.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry. I just happen to be there…

Ren Jinguji: Well, It doesn’t really bother me that you saw. What? You really want to know?

Despite learning how he’d been caught kissing, he remains utterly unfazed and even readily admits to it, rolling off his tongue as if it were something he did everyday.

He then questions me in a slightly icy tone.

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はい　Yes. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I’m your partner… you know.

Ren Jinguji: You being my partner gives you no right to meddle in my love life... Don’t you agree?

Haruka Nanami: …Right.

Of course, he has a point.

Haruka Nanami: …I myself kind of understand how it’s like to have feelings for someone. It’s because… I… how do I put it…

It’s because I like him too…

I am absolutely aware that I shouldn’t, but I do.

I can’t just stop myself from doing so. I know how it feels all too well. 

Ren Jinguji: You… have feelings for someone?

For a split second, Jinguji-san's fingers brush against my cheek, but as soon as I look up at him, his hand falls away and he holds it tightly against his chest.

Haruka Nanami: Being unable to have any say in your love life doesn’t change the fact I will still be sad seeing you get expelled for violating the school rules.

I know he has no desire to really become an idol.

I understand he’s being rebellious because of the various problems he’s facing with his family. But I still want us to debut together.

Ren Jinguji: So you’ll be… sad. Are you saying you want to be partners for the long haul?

Haruka Nanami: Of course. I recognize completely that you don’t want to be an idol, but I…

Haruka Nanami: I very much need to see you become an idol. And more than that, I want to see you debut with a song I wrote.

I stare straight at Jinguji-san, making clear what I thought.

As I do, he turns his gaze away from me.

Ren Jinguji: She… isn’t my girlfriend. What happened was nothing more than a little courtesy. I was just doing what I was asked.

Ren Jinguji: Was it perhaps too crude for a child like you?

He then flashes his typical smile.

Ren Jinguji: Oh, and now that the school festival is over, you're free to do as you please from here on out.

He gets up and starts putting away his notebooks and music sheets.

Haruka Nanami: What I… please?

I hurry to stand on my feet.

Ren Jinguji: I mean exactly that. But don’t you worry yourself, I’ll still be singing your song at the audition. I’ll even do you one better and also write the lyrics for you.

Ren Jinguji: Hold onto it until the arrangement is complete. In the meantime, do whatever your heart desires. We’ll have plenty of time to practice come March.

With that, Jinguji-san turns his back to me and walks out of the classroom.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san…

I wonder why… I feel that we are now worlds apart.

I really believed I was slowly gaining his trust, but I suppose I was mistaken...

Jinguji-san completely stopped showing up to practice not soon after the end of the school festival.

I deluded myself into thinking that us being together for the past two months meant we would stay together for the rest of the year.

But that was arrogant of me. Us being partners doesn’t mean I can just monopolize his time like that. 

However… We can still share our time, even if it's just for a short while.

Because we strived toward the same goal together. Because we spent precious moments together.

I miss him infinitely more now than I did back in April and May, when he hardly bothered to give me the time of day.

Haruka Nanami: I… have a song to make.

I finished settling things with the faculty room before heading to the recording studios.

Most of the melody line is already in place, but the arrangement still has a lot of room for improvement.

I need to put my all into this debut with Jinguji-san.

I can create the main melody just by using the piano in the classroom or in my dorm room.

It's the PC in the computer room though, which is fully equipped with a variety of music-related software that was the key here.

The recording studio has the necessary equipment for composing and arranging music, and above all, it provides access to play various instruments if desired.

That’s why I much prefer writing songs here.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

I happen to run into George-san in one of the rooms.

George: Huh? I thought I reserved this room for the whole day…

Haruka Nanami: Sensei had told me it was available…

George: Did they overbook it? It seems like my homeroom teacher just likes to do as he pleases.

George-san gives a resigned shrug of his shoulders. The gesture makes me think of Jinguji-san in a way.

It leaves me with the impression that they’re like father and son...

I thought about how George-san appears to be like a father to Jinguji-san, and it brings a small smile to my face.

I guess it wouldn't be surprising that certain quirks get picked up after spending so much time together.

Wait. But I remember George being his butler. Why would he need to book a recording studio?

Haruka Nanami: Reserved…? Homeroom teacher…?

George: What, did the Young Master not tell you? I’m an A Class student.

Haruka Nanami: You're… whaaat!!?

He’s an A Class… student???

Haruka Nanami: You have a tendency to appear out of nowhere, so I figured you kept yourself nearby but… I’d have never guessed it was because you were in the neighboring class…

Hijirikawa-sama’s butler, Jii, was also in S Class. So it’s not impossible, but… it’s something I never would have imagined…

I can’t believe that George-san is an aspiring composer. I wonder how he got in. Did he write a song?

George: In disbelief? Just to be clear, I did not pull any strings to get myself admitted. Something like songwriting is only one of many essential skills for a butler.

Then, he begins to sing as he strums his acoustic guitar.

George: Hm, A-Ah. Lalala~♪

Haruka Nanami: …

This is a folk song from the 70s!!! No way… Did George-san write it??

Flushed and quietly sprouting, reborn. This is a seed of the watermelon I ate the day before yesterday, an aftertaste of a dream 

Gently bury it and holler goodbye, for the next year will come and I won’t be here. May its sweet fruit satisfy the next guy’s belly, and sprout a new dream

Watermelon!!! Of all things, he’s singing the Watermelon Song in November! A challenger…

Amazing… He’s no ordinary man.

George: October’s Watermelon is Creamy by Enjouji En is a classic, isn’t it?

George: Do you believe it now?

I repeatedly nod my head.

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作り手の魂を感じました I could feel the creator’s heart in it (+0 Love +15 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I don't really understand it, but… It touched my heart.

George: Although my main role remains an assassin… I mean, a bodyguard…

W-What? I swear I heard him just say something kind of daunting. 

B-But I'm sure it was just my imagination. Either way, is Enjouji, the name he’d mentioned earlier, perhaps his real name?

Haruka Nanami: U… U-Um…

George: What is it?

Haruka Nanami: Is your name Enjouji-san? I originally took you for a foreigner…

George: Hm? Ah, yes, ‘George' is a nickname given to me by Ren as a child. ‘Enjouji' was likely difficult for him to say as a kid. 

I see, so George-san has been watching over Jinguji-san since he was little.

Haruka Nanami: Excuse me… Don't you think it's risky to leave someone as rich as Jinguji-san without a bodyguard at all times?

George: Ha! Of course not. Rather, there's a lot more mundane work to be done than that.

George: Particularly since Ren is such a problem child. You could give him whatever he wanted, whether it be toys or otherwise, and yet he’d get bored easily.

George: He’s seriously a handful.

Despite his spiteful remarks, his gaze was so tender.

Haruka Nanami: But you enrolled in this school to protect him.

George: It’s because of a contract…

George-san mumbles with a wistful look in his eyes.

Haruka Nanami: Contact?

George: Ren’s mother is my cousin. And she was like a sister to me.

George: The only reason I stayed with the Jinguji family was because Ren's mother asked me to.

Jinguji-san’s mother…

Jinguji-san shared a little bit about his mother with me when his brother came to see him. He thought he might not be his father's biological child…

I wonder if it's true. Maybe George-san knows something about this…

George: I am a professional bodyguard. I honor my contracts. I will watch over Ren until he can stand on his own two feet.

George: He may still be a minor, but as soon as he debuts and is able to make a living by himself, he will be a proper man. There won't be any need for me to protect him.

Haruka Nanami: George-san…

George: I believe I’ve stayed too long… I may as well leave now that Ren's partner is here.

George-san slings his guitar over his shoulder and turns to leave.

I grab onto the edge of his clothes without thinking at that moment.

George: Yes?

Haruka Nanami: I… It’s just t-that… Jinguji-san… he mentioned he and his brother might not share the same father…

This is probably a line that really shouldn’t be crossed. I’m aware it's rude of me to ask this.

But I also knew it was now or never if I was going to anyway. I was just dying to know. I couldn't resist bringing it up.

George: Ah, that… I see… I didn’t realize he still cared… How foolish.

He sneers, sliding the guitar off his back and propping it against the wall.

George: The only people who genuinely believed such rumors were Ren and his father. And his father is no longer with us.

Haruka Nanami: He’s… not…?

George: He passed away about two years ago… Ren was freed from the wicked curse that was his father, but instead, he lost his way in life.

George: He dropped out of high school and spent his days spiraling out of control.

George: Seiichiro couldn't bear to see Ren that way, so he consulted with Saotome and threw him into this boarding school.

George: Here, age has no relevance, and if all goes well, he can learn how to take care of himself. Even so… I’m surprised it still bothers him…

George: He should just be allowed his freedom... This is why he will never be able to recognize the kindness of those around him.

The kindness of those around him…?

George: Only a fool would wish for something they can never have. Being green with envy won’t make things yours. 

George: We all live our lives, to some extent, sprouting the seeds of our own potential.

George: Ren doesn't realize how impressive his own seed is, or rather, he doesn't even bother to find out.

George: A man who cannot face himself can never grow up... He's an idiot. His arrogance knows no bounds.

George: He was born with a gift. I believe that when he fully embraces the significance of this gift, he will evolve and achieve growth for the very first time...

Haruka Nanami: I-I agree with you. Jinguji-san possesses tremendous talent, but I don't think he even notices it.

Haruka Nanami: He was born to be an idol, and it would be a shame not to harness his sense of style, his presence, and his voice!

George: Heh. Of course the composer behind that song would be clearly aware of the skills he possesses.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… I-I’m honored you think so.

Did he just give me a compliment?

George: His parents showed him the slightest bit of indifference. And now, he is under the impression he’s unwanted by society at large.

George: Just one person. If only someone who truly loves and needs Ren would appear, then maybe he could be saved.

George: Well, that is just me speculating, no one in the Jinguji family can really do anything about it. He's far too obstinate when it comes to them.

…Someone that loves and needs him… His words kept replaying in my head.

George: I believe I’ve said a little too much… Forget everything I just said.

With that, George-san once again hoists his guitar over his shoulder and leaves the recording studio.

Jinguji-san. His father used to doubt him his entire life.

His mother, who was supposed to protect him, was dead, and George-san was under contract, leaving when Jinguji-san became a man of his own...

What about his brother? I met him at the school festival, and he was quite a bit older than Jinguji-san.

I wonder if he wasn't on his side. That reminds me, they didn't seem to get along very well...

It must be depressing being so isolated in his own home.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san…

I burst out of the recording room and hurry to look for Jinguji-san.

I realize I've only been focusing my attention on the glamorous aspects that make Jinguji-san unique to himself.

I failed to consider how much darkness might be lurking in the shadows of that dazzling light.

I had heard some stories about his family, but I never considered it to be this serious.

I only assumed that he naturally had a lot going on in his life living in a world so different from mine.

I never really tried to understand him.

And so, my ignorance and failure to learn more about him might have resulted in my unintentionally hurting Jinguji-san.

Haruka Nanami: He’s not here…

Haruka Nanami: He’s not here either…

Haruka Nanami: He’s probably already gone. But, still… I can try looking for him a little longer.

Haruka Nanami: F-Found him.

Jinguji-san is outside the school building.

His arms are wrapped around some girls’ shoulders, and together they're all strolling toward the school gate.

I wonder if he's going on a date with them today... My heart sank a little at the thought.

He has plenty of girls with him, whether I'm around or not.

But they're always different.  Jinguji-san once muttered to himself how he would never go out with the same girl more than once.

He looks terribly lonely momentarily occupying his time with people this way.

I don't think that’s ok. I may not be able to remedy everything immediately, but I can be there for him as his partner.

There must be something I can do. Maybe I can even become someone Jinguji-san can find refuge in if I try my hardest…

With that thought in mind, I finally chose to do something about it.

Haruka Nanami: Ha…ha… ha… J-Jinguji-san…

Ren Jinguji: Hm? What’s the matter, Lady? You’re out of breath.

The moment he turns around, I latch onto his arm.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m… I…

Shoot. I came here on impulse… I need to think of something…

Ren Jinguji: Huh? What’s wrong? … Ah, that’s today, isn’t it? Sorry to disappoint, ladies. I’ve actually been called on by Ryuya-san. I completely spaced it.

What…? Ryuya-san? But Hyuga-sensei never called for him…

In response to what Jinguji-san had said, the girls dragged themselves back to their rooms, accepting nothing could be done about Sensei's supposed summon.

Haruka Nanami: W-Wait… Why…

Ren Jinguji: You have something you want to tell me, don’t you? Although, I really would appreciate it if you didn't make it a habit to show up when I'm with the girls.

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…ごめんなさい　…I’m sorry. (+20 Love +0 Music)

I ruined his date because I acted out of turn. …I won’t do it again…

Ren Jinguji: It’s alright. It must be something very important. You look like you ran a marathon… It’s already getting cold. You'll catch a cold, sweating so much.

Jinguji-san drapes his jacket over me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, you really don’t have to…

Ren Jinguji: Don't worry about it, let's just get inside.

Haruka Nanami: …Alright…

So many things about this makes my heart ache.

Ren Jinguji: Anyways, you really weren’t acting like yourself back there. What could have happened…?

Haruka Nanami: Um… I ended up asking George-san… about… you and your father… Jinguji-san, you've been lonely all this time.

Haruka Nanami: So, that’s why… I may not be of much help but… I’m… I’m determined to stay by your side.

Haruka Nanami: That’s all I wanted to say… It was just something I couldn't help but wonder about.

There is nothing more I can do, but at the very least, I want to be the one person in the world who will always support him.

Ren Jinguji: I thought something had happened…

Jinguji sighs in dismay.

I know I'm doing something stupid. I also doubt that just saying it out loud would get the message across. But I had to tell him.

Jinguji-san helped me out countless times. He's quite literally saved my life more than once, and even when he didn't do something so grand...

I can always turn around and find him there, calmly offering a helping hand.

He may act indifferent about things, but he always puts a lot of thought into what he does.

Jinguji-san has been such a great help to me. If I could return the favor, I would.

Most of all, I really like him, so if there was anything I could do to help him, I wouldn't hesitate to do it.

Haruka Nanami: I will continue to be by your side. I really needed to tell you that.

Haruka Nanami: I hope you won't be lonely, at least when you're with me… That you'll find someone there when you turn around…

Haruka Nanami: I want to be that kind of person for you. I sincerely do.

I stare straight at Jinguji-san.

Ren Jinguji: Lady…

Jinguji-san stares back dumbfounded at me for a moment, mumbling to himself.

Then, he clenches his fist tightly, bites his bottom and then reveals the coldest expression I have ever seen on his face.

Ren Jinguji: That won’t be necessary. I have no desire to have you by my side… Besides, we all have a thing or two that we don't want people to touch.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, I-I’m so sorry. I…

The ice in his tone is the coldest I have ever heard, and I’m so startled by it that my voice trembles.

I then notice that for a split second, a distressed look flashes across his face before quickly reverting back to a grim expression.

Ren Jinguji: My heart is mine and mine alone. I will never allow anyone else to take it. Even if it was you… Your support is unneeded, Lady.

Then he turns his back on me and disappears without ever looking back.

One week passes since then. I haven't exchanged a single word with Jinguji-san.

He has even kept the other girls away and has spent most of his time by himself.

I angered him greatly...

Of course I did. It definitely had been something he wanted to be left alone.

I should have considered the situation a little more, but I let myself get carried away and hurt him in the process. I have no idea why I did what I did.

Every time he catches sight of my face, he puts on the worst scowl on his face.

Ren Jinguji: Why am I acting like this.... Shit. Have I really not come to terms with it? Get it together, Ren Jinguji.

Ren Jinguji: I’ll never be able to care for what really matters. I know that. Damn it!

In the past, you’d never fail to find a smile on Jinguji-san's face, but recently he's been looking scary, muttering to himself and clenching his fists tightly.

Ichinose-san and Syo-kun grew concerned seeing Jinguji-san like that and would try to talk to him.

But every time, he'd put a smile on his face. 

Ren Jinguji: Oh, it’s nothing, truly. It’s just… Ah. Yes. I’ve been having a bit of a migraine lately. I’m sure it’ll pass soon. No need to worry. 

He pretended to be fine.

I tried to do something about it, but every time I approached him to talk, he'd avoid me. It's become impossible for us to properly face each other anymore.

Then one day, I was summoned to the principal’s office.

Haruka Nanami: U-Um… Yes?

When I arrive, I find Ryuya-sensei and Jinguji-san’s brother already there, along with the principal.

Shining Saotome: Hahaha~ Why don’t you try studying abroad?

The principal proposes as soon as I walk into the room.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Study abroad!?

Ryuya Hyuya: Hold on now. You’re skipping a few chapters here. She has no idea what you’re talking about. Seriously… This old man makes no sense.

Shining Saotome: Oh? I think my ears have picked up on someone talking back… Did you say something, Ryuya-san?

Ryuya Hyuya: Not really…

Shining Saotome: Good! But know that these ears are sharp! Watch yourself please!

Seiichiro Jinguji: I'm afraid this conversation is going nowhere. May I now please be allowed to explain the opportunity to study abroad?

Ryuya Hyuya: Go ahead, I’d appreciate it if you would.

Shining Saotome: The floor is all yours!

Seiichiro Jinguji: Then, I will begin.

With that, he quickly straightens his glasses and turns to face me.

Seiichiro Jinguji: I have been intrigued by your music ever since I heard it. While you technically still have a lot to learn, your artistic ability is remarkable.

Haruka Nanami: T-Thank you so much.

Jinguji-san's brother compliments me.

Seiichiro Jinguji: Would you be interested in further cultivating that ability?

Haruka Nanami: I’m not that great…

Seiichiro Jinguji: Your modesty is not needed. The only thing I need is your raw talent. You see, we are in the process of establishing a new music department in our company…

Seiichiro Jinguji: We are currently searching for people to become its initial members. What do you think? Will you join us?

Haruka Nanami: You want… me? I mean, I’m still just a student… I don't even have the skills…

Seiichiro Jinguji: Of course, there are still many areas where your skills are undeveloped, which is why we are offering you the opportunity to go to America through March to learn and apply the skills you gain from your training there.

Haruka Nanami: America…

Seiichiro Jinguji: Normally, you would work with a partner toward your graduation audition here at the academy...

Seiichiro Jinguji: But you, for better or worse, are Ren's partner. That kid has never committed himself to any one thing since he was a little boy.

Seiichiro Jinguji: All he does is sloppy and perfunctory in execution. And in spite of that, he is strangely good at what he does. He has the talent, but he fails to make the most of it.

Seiichiro Jinguji: He is not interested for some reason in getting better. He'll go up to a certain point, and then just stop.

Having gotten all of that out of the way, he lets out a huge sigh.

Seiichiro Jinguji: I pushed him to enroll here in the hopes that he would pursue the same career as our mother.

Haruka Nanami: Same career as your mother?

Seiichiro Jinguji: Oh, are you not aware? Our mother was an idol.

Seiichiro Jinguji: Are you familiar with Renge Enjouji?

Haruka Nanami: I am! She's a legendary idol who became a national sensation shortly after her debut, but retired after only two years of activity.

I remember that she'd gotten married at the height of her popularity, and stayed out of the limelight ever since.

Wow. Jinguji is the child of such an amazing woman...

Ah, I guess… that explains a few things. His ability to look like a painting just from standing might have been inherited from his mother.

Seiichiro Jinguji: However… It seems that Ren continues to lead a rather indulgent lifestyle here as well.

Seiichiro Jinguji: I doubt you will get anywhere by continuing your partnership with him. So, what do you think?

Seiichiro Jinguji: Would you like to work with us?

Select the Phrase!

神宮寺さんが… But Jinguji-san… (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I don’t know what Jinguji-san would say…

Seiichiro Jinguji: There’s no need to worry about him.

Seiichiro Jinguji: While you would be working for us, you would be assigned to our company as a member of the Shining Agency.

Seiichiro Jinguji: That is why, upon acceptance of this offer, you will be considered an employee of the Shining Agency.

Upon acceptance of the offer… I’ll be able to debut? 

I’ll have debuted without a partner. This is going exactly as Jinguji-san said it would.

Seiichiro Jinguji: We will also handle all the arrangements related to your study abroad, including your passport.

Seiichiro Jinguji: And… Ren is also a part of the family. If it's my decision, I'm sure he'll agree.

Seiichiro Jinguji: Do you have any other questions?

If I accept the offer right here and now, I will be able to debut without having to go through the graduation audition.

I enrolled in this academy with the aim of becoming a composer. And in front of me is a chance to make that debut.

There is no reason for me to refuse if I want to pursue my dream.

But...

Haruka Nanami: Do… I have to answer now?

I still want to be by Jinguji-san's side. I want to debut together with him.

It doesn't matter if he rejects or ignores me, I want to write a song for him.

Seiichiro Jinguji: Of course not. This is something that will change your life. Please take your time to think about it.

Seiichiro Jinguji: But… Let’s see. Would you let me know what you decide by the end of the year?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, but… Why me? There are many people out there more talented than I am.

Seiichiro Jinguji: Because your songs are amazing. And… as an older brother, I have to take responsibility for my younger brother’s mess. That is why.

Haruka Nanami: Huh?

Seiichiro Jinguji: I thought that it was a shame to see someone with your level of talent being impeded on by something like this and not getting the recognition you deserve. 

Haruka Nanami: No… I’m not being impeded by anything…

I was going to open my mouth to say more, but he glances at his watch and quickly grabs his suitcase.

Seiichiro Jinguji: …Oh? Look at the time… Well, if you’ll excuse me. I look forward to receiving a positive response.

He flashes a smile resembling that of Jinguji-san before he leaves.

Ryuya Hyuya: Well, seeing as you can't commit right away, go and give it a good thought.

Shining Saotome: Please go talk about it with your partner! Keeping it to yourself is a no-no!

Haruka Nanami: Of course.

Jinguji-san's brother. He really didn't have much good to say about Jinguji-san. ... I wonder if they're fighting.

Besides, what should I do as his partner?

Haruka Nanami: I should ask his brother about it… If I chase after him now, I might catch up with him in time.

I hurry down the stairs and head for the entrance.

Haruka Nanami: Oh, there he is! Ah, please wait!

Seiichiro Jinguji: Hmm? What's the matter? You're panting...

Haruka Nanami: Y-You see... I have something I want to ask you.

Seiichiro Jinguji: If it's about studying abroad, I can send you a detailed document later that you can take a look at…

Haruka Nanami: Um... It's not about that... It's about Jinguji-san.

Seiichiro Jinguji: About Ren?

His brow twitches.

Seiichiro Jinguji: That guy... Is he causing trouble even here? All right, I don't have much time, but I'm willing to listen if that's what you need.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much. I just... I want to apologize for hurting Jinguji-san.

Seiichiro Jinguji: You... hurt Ren? It wasn't the other way around? It's always the women who get involved with them who are made to cry.

Haruka Nanami: Um, no… George-san told me that Jinguji-san had a lonely childhood…

I couldn't exactly tell him how I heard Jinguji-san grew up without knowing the love of his parents.

Haruka Nanami: I thought I could be of some help, even if just a little… but he wants nothing to do with me…

Seiichiro Jinguji: Ah, is that what this is about…? It’s a bad habit of his. Ren is too stubborn to believe in people’s goodwill.

Seiichiro Jinguji: He has an unusual reluctance to get close to people, which is why he doesn't have many friends.

Seiichiro Jinguji: He may have a few friends for the sake of appearances, but I don’t know of anyone that could be considered his best friend.

Haruka Nanami: I... see but…

Jinguji-san seems to get along well with Ichinose-san and Syo-kun, but I wonder if they're not friends.

Seiichiro Jinguji: I appreciate that you care about Ren as his older brother, but... It's likely to be in vain. 

Seiichiro Jinguji: It would be a waste of your time. Instead of devoting your time to this, you should focus on developing your own talent. 

Seiichiro Jinguji: I have no way of knowing what Ren thinks of you, but if he really finds you a nuisance, you'd be fighting a losing battle.

Haruka Nanami: It can’t be…

I like Jinguji-san, so even if it's fruitless, if I can be of any help, all the better.

But if I'm bothering him…

Seiichiro Jinguji: Many others in the past have tried to help Ren and have given up because they were getting nowhere. 

Seiichiro Jinguji: This is not me implying that this applies to you, but if you don't have any intentions of allowing your talents to be wasted, I suggest you cut your losses as soon as possible. 

Seiichiro Jinguji: Ah, it's getting late. Excuse me, I must leave now.

With parting words, he rushes off.

He stayed and listened until he couldn't anymore.

I don't think he's a bad guy, nor do I think he's lying.

But I can't fault Jinguji-san either.

In the end, I feel like I understand Jinguji-san even less now.

They want me to study abroad... What should I do?

If my presence really bothers Jinguji-san, perhaps it would be best if I leave.

But if he feels he needs me, even if just a little, then I want to be there for him.

This is such an important decision. I know I shouldn't leave it to anyone else, but right now, all I want to know is how Jinguji-san feels about it.

I can't choose which way I'm going without knowing.

It just goes to show just how much my heart is full of Jinguji-san.

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuya: It's been a while, but I've prepared a surprise test for you all today! Put away those textbooks. 

Ryuya Hyuya: If you score too low, you will have to take a week of remedial lessons! Do your best to achieve a perfect score! 

Ryuya Hyuya: The format will be the same as before, but I'm sure you've all studied plenty and have a better understanding of the subject matter. So, the questions will be more challenging than the previous one. Be prepared! 

Ryuya Hyuya: Choose the option you believe is correct from the given choices! Alright, it's time. Let's begin!

S Rank

Ren Jinguji: Knowing something is better than not knowing anything at all. Besides, I like smart kids. Intelligence is attractive.

Haruka Nanami: T-Thank you…

Ahh, I’m glad I came to check what the test results were. It’s been a while since he’s smiled at me. It made me so happy to see.

I'll make sure to keep up with the curriculum from now on.

Chapter End

[kazemiya]

hello hello!^^ may i request your last leo/hiiro work wirh izumi and mao? thank you have a lovely day!<3

★彡Summary: Izumi and Mao being jealous at a s/o concert

a/n: apologies for the last answer to this request i've been busy plus motivation wasn't quite there. i hope they aren't ooc tho, nonetheless, pls enjoy and thanks for requesting!

♡ Izumi

Izumi put aside time from idol activities to come and even if he sounds reluctant, trust me he's probably marking the days off his calendar

"I guess since I have a bit of time, I can go-" "oh oh it's fineee if your too busy I'll just give this ticket to Aira, I'm pretty sure he'll love to take it" before you can finish speaking the ticket is already snatched out of your hand

When the performance finally started, did you always shine so bright? He could almost feel himself falling for you all over again. Just harder this time, crashing on him like a wave.

Unfortunately for him, that night, he wasn't the only one who was falling for you... Your thousands, possibly millions of fans squealing your name over and over again.

Under such circumstances, how could Izumi not get slightly jealous. Just slightly or so he says.

"Heyyy Senaa, how did ya enjoy the concert?" you questioned, grinning.

"You were... fine, could hardly hear you from the crowd yelling your name so loudly" purposefully adverting his gaze away from you, mumbling that last part.

"But it's a concert, of course they'll be yelling- ohhhh" then realisation hit you, he was jealous. "Oh my didn't peg you as the jealous type"

His head whipped up to face you so quickly at your words, "wha- who said anything about jealousy?? The crowd was just too loud"

"Sure sure~ Your so sweet, coming to support me. I love you Sena" you giggled thinking back to the pouting Izumi you saw in the audience.

Izumi reached out to clasp you hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your hands, squeezing them a little. Bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on your palm. This was his way of saying “I love you” back.

♡ Mao

Mao is honoured to be invited to your concert! It isn't everyday that he is given a break from his role as President in the Student Council.

It's even rarer to be able to attend your concert as the tickets usually sell out in seconds.

When watching your performance, the only thing he could think of in that moment is the infinite amount of praises he was going to proclaim to you when he finally meets you.

However, amidst those praises, there's definitely an unnerving weighing him down a little.

He immediately tries to shrug off the feeling, especially since he should be happy for you!

"Hey hey Mao!" you greeted him with a little wave which he immediately waved back to. Pulling you in by your waist, he enveloped you a tight hug. A little too tight.

Patting his back lightly to ease the tight hug, you asked "can't- breath-, why the tight hug today?"

"Just missed you, you did amazing as usual. Can we go home now? I have a movie night planned" mumbling into your neck. You cocked an eyebrow at his slightly clingy behavior. It wasn't unwelcome behaviour but it definitely wasn't familiar.

Pressing a kiss on his jaw, you felt his cheeks warm up a little. "Of course, of course you have my attention for the rest of the night!"

[stormblessed95]

Hi Storm.

I dont usually send asks and have been following your blog for a some time and you I really like duo dynamics series.

I wanted to address this issue of fans lining up at the airport to see BTS in NY and how almost everyone on TW is shaming them for it and that its invading their privacy.

Now unless its about following them to their hotel and sharing hotel info etc which is clearly seasang behaviour, what is really wrong in standing outside an airport behind the barriers and waving and taking their pictures at the airport?

Isnt it the same as fans waiting for BTS outside the Billboard awards venue or korean fans waiting for idols outside music bank recording studios.

I dont know if they were crowded/mobbed at the airport but from what i have seen on tw are pics of just some fans waiting behind barriers and bts being taken to their cars while waving back at the fans.

Personally to me it seems they would have been happy to see the US armies greet them since they came back after almost 2 years.

Maybe I am missing something here and will be happy to understand how others view this but it seems to me sometimes the fandom has a habit of being overprotective and babying the members too much.

Hi, you seem nice, so I'll also try to be nice in answering this. But please try to understand how frustrating it is to get an ask dismissing a situation as army being overprotective when you don't have the full information. If you want to know why people are so upset because you don't understand, phrase it as a question. Don't just dismiss it out of pocket because you don't understand. Ask if there is info missing. I don't know if you are new to the fandom, but they have had issues with fans in airports many times. And it's a serious problem.

Yes, people crowding them at the airport is a problem. Let's talk about why. First and foremost, because Big Hit told people NOT to do it and to not show up at the airport and crowd the artists who are exhausted and just got off a very long flight:

Not to mention that yesterday, they were not traveling as Idols, but they were traveling as Diplomatic Ambassadors to the Korean President. So the behavior from fans in NY was just embarrassing honestly and lacked respect.

There is also a difference for sure between crowding them at an airport where they asked you to give them space and waiting outside Billboard or music bank to watch rehearsals and to see them. One of those events ARMYs and fans are invited to. The other they are not. Check the screenshot from BH above. The first bullet point. Airports are NOT offical events BTS attend. Music Bank/Billboard and other music shows or performances ARE official events.

So on top of BH saying don't come to the airports. They also tried to keep their flight info a secret. It got leaked by sasaengs who not only just leaked their flight info but also the exact tracking details on their flight. Big Hit and BTS did not want yall there. We had fans in NY showing up and crowded against barricades as soon as BTS walked out. Fans where the majority of them were not wearing masks, in the middle of a pandemic, in a country with covid rates that are still soaring. Fans who were screaming on the timeline how they got to touch Jungkook's arm or how close they managed to get to Jin, etc. And if you actually saw the video "they quickly grabbed all their things before bracing themselves out in the hall. Then they quickly speed walked through the crowd, trying to get out the door as fast as possible. No one smiled. 5 of the 7 members refused to even look up. Only 3 of the 7 members waved to the crowd, but that's because they are polite and kind and love ARMY even if ARMY is being disrespectful at the moment. Want a nice example of BTS being surprised by ARMYs and actually being happy and thrilled to see her? This is one:

Want more examples of why this isn't okay? People showing up at airports and filming sites that they aren't supposed to be at SCARES the members. Shoving cameras and phones in their faces freaks them out especially when no one backs off and gives them their space while they do it. Tae and Hobi BOTH have told us this before. Hobi in Break the Silence and Tae on a live stream:

Also not to mention that yes they are worldwide now, they often get compared to the legendary status of the Beetles and how they will go down in History. Anyone remember that the Beetles started to refuse to go on tours in their final years because they were primarily concerned for their personal safety around their fans? Celebrities are owed personal space and privacy too. And their team and security got them through NY this time very quickly and without much incident thank goodness, but if you haven't seen the videos where things go wrong because of crowds like this, then let me share some because you should.

The way they crowded and yanked on them, to the point where they knocked Jimin to the ground and he couldn't get back up until his bodyguard grabbed him:

Jin on a filming site and was crowded and jostled both here at the site when he was trying to leave and again at the airport

When Jhopes bodyguard had to shove a fan away from him in the airport when she ran up to them literally trying to get right next to him:

When Yoongi shoved Jimin behind him and Tae moved in front of them when a women they didn't recognize approached them looking like she was going in Jimin's direction, and if that doesn't show you how on guard they are in airports, I don't know what does:

The distance I see kept between fansites, and fans in Korea is always much more respectful than I see in international airports. Still not great, but they are celebrities and not much to do about people wanting pictures everutime you do anything. But this is not cool. The shoving and the screaming. The not wearing a mask in a pandemic. The using leaked info to find out when they are landing so you can wait at the airport also not cool. Before flights were announced more and they traveled with a larger security team. Still not okay people showed up to crowd and film them, but at least they didn't hunt down information BTS didn't want them to have. This was disrespectful.

The only time BTS has ever expressed gratitude and seemed happy to see ARMY at the airport was during the purple ribbon projects. Which fans set up where they strung and held purple ribbon back to create a WIDE path for BTS to walk down without anyone being able to pass the purple ribbon. It gave them their space and their safety as they went through the airport. They were very grateful. I would love to see those purple ribbons make a come back honestly and keep people from following them to their cars and from trying to touch them. Tae even took pictures with the ribbon to post to thank ARMYs for respecting them and keeping them safe.

Notice the distance kept between fans and BTS with this purple ribbon idea. No one followed behind them either once they passed by

In the end, if BTS wanted fans there, they wouldn't have tried to hard to keep their flight info and travel plans on the down low. They wouldn't have rushed out of that airport so quickly. And if ARMY was more respectful. They wouldn't have gone. Or at the very least, they would have been masked, socially distanced and made sure to keep their damn space and stay away from them. And they wouldn't have followed them out to their cars. And they wouldn't have tried to follow them to their hotel to find out where they are staying.

BTS got to travel for the first time in 2 years and they weren't even allowed to arrive in peace and get to relax. Hopefully they can now that they are safe in their hotel and that the hotel is doing everything they can to make sure they are SAFE while staying with them. If you aren't invited somewhere like an offical BTS event, you shouldn't go.

Hopefully this helped explain it a little bit. But yeah, there definitely is a difference in why some locations are okay for fans to hang out in and some are not. And leaking travel information is never okay. Just because something is legal doesn't make it morally ethical or okay to do.

[taylorlynn-art]

⭐️ Underneath It All ⭐️

by Strawberry Moon Rose

🍓🌙🌹

This is a one-shot I conjured poking fun at how based on appearance, Sailor Moon characters can really confuse a person. Taking place in the anime world, but with the Starlights cross-dressing like in the manga instead of using a physical disguise.

Also, it got me thinking, what if the Sailor Starlights came to Earth at the end of SuperS? It had to have taken a while to establish their idol group before debuting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

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Soft jazz music drifts lazily around the bar. The flashy neon light of orange and green illuminates the Amazon Trio as they sip from their drinks in hand. Ice cubes slosh and clink as Tigers-Eye slams his glass down on the table in frustration.

"Man, we got scolded again," he complains. "And we're doing our best too..."

"She doesn't have to yell at us like that," Hawks-Eye agrees. "If catching Pegasus were that easy, we would have found him by now!"

Fish-Eye tips his head back daintily, sipping from his cocktail glass. "There are just so many targets, how are we supposed to know which one he's hiding in? It's like finding a needle in a haystack."

Hawks-Eye brushes through the photographs scattered across the bar top. "Hmm... None of these women are really catching my eye." He plucks a snapshot of a girl with braids and waves it in Tigers-Eye's face, knowing he has a thing for younger chicks. "What about this one? You interested?" he inquires.

Tigers-Eye yawns. "Too plain."

"How 'bout this?" Hawks-Eye tries again. If Tigers-Eye doesn't do something, he'll have to do something, and he isn't in the mood for another failure and reprimanding from the old hag, Zirconia.

"Too old."

"And this one?"

Tigers-Eye makes a face and waves his hand dismissively. "Ugh, not another guy. See if Fish-Eye wants him," he says.

"What? Where? Lemme see!" Fish-Eye slides off his stool and squeezes between his cronies. Hearts form in his blue eyes when he catches a glimpse of the target. "Oh my gosh! You're kidding!" He snatches the photograph out of Hawks-Eye's hand so fast it's nothing but a blur.

"What're you getting so excited about? He's not nearly as handsome as I am," Tigers-Eye says, unable to conceal the tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"He's right," Hawks-Eye boasts. "We're much more good-looking."

"You two don't know who this is?" Fish-Eye asks incredulously.

Tigers-Eye and Hawks-Eye stare at their friend.

"It's Seiya Kou from the Three Lights!" Fisheye kisses the picture and twirls around. "I'm so lucky!"

"Never heard of him," Hawks-Eye comments in a voice as flat as cardboard.

"Me neither." Tigers-Eye tosses his orange hair. "He must not be that popular."

But Fish-Eye isn't listening to them. "Oh my, I wonder what kind of girls he likes? How should I approach him?

Tigers-Eye and Hawks-Eye swivel around in their seats and reach for their drinks. By now they know it's useless trying to talk to him when he goes gaga over a target.

"Cross-dressing again?" Hawks-Eye sounds bored.

"Why, of course!" Fisheye gazes dreamily at the glossy portrait. The celeb is clad in a red suit and yellow tie. A bright rose is stuffed in the breast pocket. Ebony bangs fall messily above spunky blue eyes, accompanied by a microphone and crooked smile.

Fish-Eye giggles. Seiya Kou... Even your name is beautiful! I'll seduce you for sure!

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"Thank you! Goodnight everybody!" The lead singer gives a final wave into the sea of faces. The crowd erupts into applause as the Three Lights exit the stage. It's a warm Saturday night and they just wrapped up their second concert at the venue.

"Great job tonight, guys. They absolutely loved you." Their manager gives each member a pat on the back.

"Thank you, sir," Taiki replies politely. "We did our best."

Seiya accepts a towel from a stage worker and dabs the sweat off her forehead. She cranes her head up to the night sky, breathing heavily. Princess... Where are you now? Can you hear our message? They have only been on Earth for two months, but she and the others are already used to cross-dressing as a boy band.

"Seiya, we are heading back to change," Taiki calls over her shoulder.

"You coming or what?" Yaten taps her foot impatiently.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Seiya shakes her head and follows them down the corridor to their dressing rooms. The high from performing hasn't worn off yet, and she hums the whole way, a bounce in her step.

Once she reaches her assigned room, Seiya shuts the door and starts collecting her things. The open window allows a humid breeze to drift in, carrying the sweet fragrance of a beautiful spring night - cherry blossoms and rain. She can still hear the murmurs of the crowd in the distance.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in!" the Starlight calls absentmindedly, figuring it's Taiki or Yaten.

Creak... The door creeps open. When Seiya glances up, she catches her breath.

Standing against the door frame appears to be one of the most gorgeous women Seiya's ever seen before. The beauty's pale-blue hair is tied in a high ponytail that cascades in lustrous waves to her hips. She wears a flowing white dress and strappy sandals.

It's like she forgot how to speak. "Can I help you?" Seiya clears her throat and quickly fluffs her hair.

Fish-Eye smiles and brushes a stray curl out of his face. "Actually, you can," he says in a high, silky voice.

"Oh? How so?" Whenever a cute girl is in sight, she can't help it - she's always been a flirt.

Fish-Eye giggles and casually eases the door shut behind him. "I really enjoyed the concert, Seiya. You shine like a true star out there. I was wondering if I could get a souvenir of some sort to make the experience all the more memorable..."

"I'm flattered," Seiya replies smoothly. She closes the distance between them in a few swift steps, drinking in Fish-Eye's sparkly perfume. "What do you have in mind?"

"An autograph would be wonderful." Fish-Eye bats his mascara-coated lashes. "But anything from a superstar like you would make me the happiest fan in the world."

A grin spreads across Seiya's face. They gaze at each other for a few seconds, holding a teasing conversation with their eyes. Seiya reaches for a blank notebook resting on the nearby table and pulls a marker out of her pocket. Gliding close to the pretty stranger, she says, "And to whom shall I make this autograph out to?"

"To 'Sakana'," Fish-Eye says breezily.

"Sakana, huh?" Seiya smiles quizzically at him. "That's a cute name you have."

"You think so?"

Squeak, squeak, goes the marker as Seiya scribbles out the autograph. She signs her name with a flourish, tears the paper out of the notebook, and hands it to Fish-Eye. "There you are," she declares.

"Oh, thank you so much! An autograph from my favorite male idol! I'll treasure it forever!"

Still smiling, Seiya puts her hands in her pockets. "Anything else I can help you with...?"

Fish-Eye carefully folds the autograph into his purse. "Oh, perhaps there is..." he purrs.

"Yeah?"

"But it's a bit of a secret..." Fish-Eye fingers Seiya's collar, pulling playfully on her tie.

"I'm intrigued," she whispers.

Fish-Eye stands on his tiptoes and whispers enticingly into Seiya's ear, "I'd like to get to know you better..."

"Is that so?"

He outlines the buttons on Seiya's jacket. "These ties can be tricky, can't they? Let me assist you in taking it off..."

Seiya chuckles. "That sounds quite tempting, but you see, I have to go soon... The others are waiting for me," she answers honestly, regretfully.

"Oh, they can wait, can't they?" If Fish-Eye gets any closer, they'll be a grilled cheese sandwich.

"I'm sorry." Unwillingly, Seiya gently pushes him off her. "You're extremely attractive, Sakana, but... I can't. I wish I could, but I can't."

Fish-Eye draws back as if he'd been slapped across the face. He widens his eyes innocently. "Why not?"

'Because you'd find out I'm a woman and then our image would be ruined', Seiya wants to say, but responds, "I'm not who you think I am."

"What do you mean? I know who you are. You're just making an excuse, aren't you?"

"No, I-"

"Fine." Fish-Eye steps back. The corners of his mouth crumple into a scowl. "I see how it is. I guess it's goodbye to you then, isn't it?"

Before Seiya can respond, a blue curtain appears out of the air and drops over Fish-Eye with a whoosh. It raises to reveal his true self - bubbly blue outfit, scaly hands, and black Amazon marking on his forehead.

"Who are-?!" Seiya stumbles back.

"ONE!" A red board rises from under the floorboards, slamming into the Starlight's back.

"TWO!" Cold, metal clamps bind Seiya's wrists and ankles.

"THREE!"

Seiya screams as her dream mirror emerges, taking shape bit by bit. Harsh light blinds her, and wind whips her hair all over. It feels like someone is reaching into her chest and ripping out her insides. What's going on? What is this?!

Once it stops, she slumps forward in exhaustion, supported only by the painful cuffs pinning her to the plank.

"Now to take a look inside your beautiful dream mirror!" Fish-Eye saunters towards the trapped idol. He grabs hold of the glowing mirror on both sides. It's shining brighter than any one he's seen before! His eyes glimmer in hope. Could this be the home of Pegasus after all?

"Y-You lied to me! Who are you really?" Seiya shouts, raising her head. It's obvious by the flat chest and deep voice that this monster is male, and on top of that, the enemy! How could she fall into his trap? Anger and humiliation course through her veins. She thrashes harder, but cannot break free.

Fish-Eye chuckles, but doesn't reply. He stretches the mirror on both sides like putty and dives his head inside her dream mirror. Seiya shrieks in agony.

"Where is Pegasus?" he says aloud, looking all over. But instead of finding a winged horse with a golden horn, he sees flowing images of a beautiful, red-haired princess catered by three female guardians in black uniforms.

Fish-Eye throws his head out of the mirror in horror. "H-H-How dare you deceive me! That's my job!" he cries, his voice wavering. I fell for a woman in disguise? Impossible! This can't be right...

Skin crawling and cheeks burning, Fish-Eye stands back. How humiliating! "What a waste of a trip. Well, either way, I suppose you'll have to die now, Seiya. Come out, my Remless! Superstar Daistuaa!"

A creature climbs out of his shadow - a skinny girl with a guitar as a torso and a microphone as a tail. She snaps the cord like a whip and says in a mouse-like voice, "It's showtime!"

"I'm leaving this up to you, Daisutaa," Fish-Eye barks.

"Of course!”

A black hole rimmed with water appears in the air. Fish-Eye does a backwards somersault into it and vanishes.

The dream mirror returns to Seiya's body and the board and restraints disappear. She falls to her knees, feeling dizzy and weak.

"Hello, everybody!" Daisutaa sings. "I'm so happy to be here! I've got a super great show for you!"

Seiya glares up at the Remless. A phage? No, it's different... She reaches into her pocket for her transformation brooch.

"Uh-uh! Please turn off all cell phones and electronic devices during the show!" Daisutaa lunges at Seiya. They crash into the wooden table which breaks into jagged pieces beneath them. Seiya groans, her back throbbing, and tries to throw the Remless off her. Daisutaa's three-inch nails are like knives, poised at her throat.

"Get...off...me!" she grunts, turning her head to the side in a feeble attempt to avoid the monster slicing her jugular.

"You want an encore, you say?" Daisutaa crows. "Alrighty then!"

Bam! The dressing room door slams open, nearly flying off its hinges.

"Star Sensitive Inferno!"

"Star Gentle Uterus!"

The Remless snaps her head up, frozen like a deer in the headlights as the two combined attacks hit her head on. "What? Aghhh! STAGE OUT!" she wails, crumbling to glass. The shadow on the floor fades, and a billow of smoke dissipates in an upright spiral circle. The Dead Moon magic is gone.

"Seiya!" Maker cries, hurrying over to her.

"What happened? We heard you screaming." Healer kneels beside Seiya. "What was that thing? A phage?"

"So they have invaded here too?" Maker murmurs gravely.

Seiya coughs and shakes her head. Grunting, she pulls herself into a sitting position. "No, it was something else..."

Healer helps Seiya to her feet. "Well, either way, it's gone now. Let's hope we never see anything like it again."

"Yeah. Just forget it happened," Seiya mutters, flushing as she recalls Sakana.

She knew she wanted to.

✨

"Back so soon, Fish-Eye?" Tigers-Eye swings around in his chair at the bar.

Ignoring him, Fish-Eye plops down in his usual spot and pours himself a drink. In one sip, he downs the entire thing and reaches to refill the glass.

"Whoa, easy!" Hawks-Eye jokes. "Did it go that bad?"

Tigers-Eye's green eyes dance. "That Seiya dude rejected you, didn't he?" he says gaily.

"Can it, you two," Fish-Eye grumbles, studying his red nail polish. "You don't know the half of it."

"So what happened?" Hawks-Eye asks.

A bloom of red appears in Fish-Eye's cheeks. "Let's just say that underneath it all, Seiya Kou wasn't who I thought he was."

Tigers-Eye smirks. "I could have told you all those boy bands are bogus."

"Shut up, Tigers-Eye. Just shut up."