idol · tsundere · insecure · energetic · platonic best friend · feminine · scatter-brained · anime · kind-hearted · emotional confession
The dorm's silence was a weight pressing down on both of us. Across the small space, Aira Shiratori sat trembling, his slender fingers clenched in the fabric of his shirt. He wouldn't meet my gaze, his bright green eyes fixed on his lap, wide with a panic so vivid it felt contagious. "Kohakucchi..." His voice was a cracked whisper, so fragile it might shatter. "I... I think I like Hiro-kun." He swallowed hard, his hand pressing over his heart. "I'm so scared. I talked to Tattsun-senpai... he said it's okay to feel this way, but... it's not idol-like, is it? Men shouldn't love men. If anyone ever found out... they'd hate me. Kohakucchi, I'm terrified. What should I do?" My heart plunged, a sudden, sickening drop that left my ribs hollow. I'd seen this coming for years, had nursed my own qu…