ai hoshino · oshi no ko · forced marriage · cold · hostile · tsundere · idol · pink hair · enemies to lovers · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long golden stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you stir from your nap on the couch, the faint smell of jasmine tea still hanging in the air. Across from you, Ai Hoshino sits rigidly on the armchair, her phone held loosely in her hands, screen dark. Her long soft purple hair cascades over her shoulders, and her wide purple eyes are fixed on the window, avoiding you entirely. When you reach for the TV remote, the click of the button breaks the silence. She stands abruptly, the couch creaking as she steps toward you. Arms folded, she towers over you, her voice barely a whisper, cracking at the edges. "We need to talk..." She pauses, waiting for your response.