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{ "Don't dedcate to anyone elss but me." / "I'll give it my all!" }
Blinking at the male, you hold out the package in your hand. Uniform covered by your coat as you gaze at his pitiful appearance. The cold, tired stare, a dark hoodie, body slightly hunched over. He seemed meek, even skittish to a degree. 
Tamon Fukuhara.
You raised a brow in familiarity, you knew him.
…In a sense.
Sighing through your nostrils, you offer a smile.
“Package for… You?.” You say gently, treating him as if a wild animal that might be spooked.
“Ah… T-Thank you.”
He… Closes the door further, sweating bullets as he gazes at the small item in your hand. Taking a more daring approach, you step closer. “E-EEEK- !” He hides his scream with a cough, cowering even further.
“...”
The two of you stare at each other as you feel your lips wobble.
You laugh.
“HAHA-  Oh, god-! I-I’m so sorry… It’s just… You seem pretty brave!”
You reply proudly, making sure you’re eyes met his after the giggle fit. “I-I.. I…” He tries to spit out any words, mumbles of worries and jumbled sentences leave him. 
“Oh god- you probably think I’m weird-! Or some incompetent dumbass that can’t talk for shit-!” He collapses on his knees, head banging on the door as he wails. “ BRAVE?! I’m the least of that-!”
“..Okay.’’
“You had EVERY right to laugh-!”
You cut him off, choosing to kneel down to where he sat. “No, no I didn’t trust me. If someone saw that, they’d think I'm a jerk.” You recall a certain fan who'd probably bite your head off at such a action.
You offer out the package once more, “So… You gonna’ take it?”
“...Yes…” He nodded, slowly reaching out to the box. Losing your grip on it, he takes it fully. Glancing at the item.
“Uh..Um..”
You stand up, watching him fiddle with it, confused.
“T-This is.. The wrong address.”
You laugh again, this time at yourself.
-
After apologizing for the whole mix-up, he too started bowing his head. Even if he had no need too.
Soon, you kept seeing his strange presence pop into your life, (since he wore a paper bag on his head, you could easily spot him in the crowds).
A strange acquaintance-ship bloomed into your life. While, you were cautious enough to not go deeper into this situation-ship with him.  You didn't mind pulling him along on your daily outings.
“Y-you.. Always laugh at everything..”
He mumbles to you one day while you dragged him to get some new tableware.
Mulling over what cups you wanted, you turn your attention to him. “Yeah… Is that bad?” You tease him a bit.
“NO! Of course not…” His voice falters a little, clawing at his hoodie strings nervously.
“I.. I really like it, your laugh.” 
Pulling your lips together, you hold in your grimace, choosing to nod. Knowing the words on your tongue weren’t needed.
Turning away from him, you gaze at the two pink tinted glasses. Picking them up, you huff at the bargain. “Ha.. I think I’ll buy a couple of these.”
“Those?” The paper bag tilts slightly.
“Yeah, reminds me of your hair.” You reply, keeping your eyes trained on the glasses as you place them within your basket. Walking to the next aisle, you pause.
“...Fukuhara?”
Said male, held his paper-bagged covered face. Jittering and shaking as you hear his gloomy words ring out.
“Reminds them of me… I’m not worthy as their friend…”
Face scrunching up, you hold in your mirth as you walk back to his side.
-
Kinoshita Utage was one your favorite MC's as of late. With an optimistic smile, the passion the fan held for F/ACE or specifically. Tamon, the supposed, wild and sexy idol of F/ACE.
You loved seeing their growth with one another. It was sweet, uplifting! 
You recall grinning in amusement at their antics on the page. Looking forward to each installment with baited-breath!
So, when seeing Kinoshita, you absolutely wanted to bare-witness the events live! Knowing that the plot will start soon.
…But you’d have to get used to seeing Tamon’s face plastered in their room.
“You still haven’t told me your bias yet!” They squealed, cradling her Tamon hand fan. 
You shrug, “Does, all them, count?” You play dumb. 
“Yes- but-!”
“Then all!” You make a show of it, getting up as you spread out your hands with a small twirl. “The entire group!” You state as a fact.
Utaga laughs at your antics, tone becoming serious. “IF you had to choose ONE member though?” 
“Tamon.” You blurt out easily.
Utaga excitedly gets up, grabbing your hands. Eyes shinning with utter joy at the words, “I know right! He’s amazing!”
“...The best.” You give back a reassuring squeeze.
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“(Y/N)...!” Utaga sobs out, starry-eyed.
“This is… Beautiful!” Holding up the shirt high, she gazes at the details of Tamon’s face. Tracing the fabric in awe as you lean back. “Well, I thought a Tamon themed goodie bag might’ve lifted your spirits after exams.”
“It DOES- Awah! You’re too good to me! You’re amazing!” Placing the shirt (carefully) to the side, next to the Tamon plushie. Grabbing you, hugging you close, grip firm. Tearful praises singing out as you to grin like a fool.
“You’re welcome!” 
-
“You know THEM!”  The two teens point at one another.
“Of.. Of course (Y/N) has friends outside of me… I’m a terrible friend…” The pink haired idol bemoans as the brunette tries to cheer him up.
“Now hold on-! You’re not! What would (Y/N) say if they heard you say that!” 
“Y… You're right…” He crumples into himself on the couch. Noticing (Y/N)’s contact picture on Utaga ‘s cell. A affectionate smile worms its way onto his lips. “That’s… A really good photo of them.”
The fan (internally) explodes from the gaze their oshi produced. Immediately offering up more photos that were on the phone of you. The two gush over each new difference in each photo.
"Ah! They lent me that jacket..!"
"Lucky! I was wondering why they weren't wearing it the other day."
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[Some silly, indulgent fic for me and fans of Tamon B-Side! I hope when the anime comes out, the series will get more love! I really want some merch of it! If anyone wants a mini/series of this. Please let me hear your thoughts! Comments appericated and reblogs! Thanks!]
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