oshi no ko · twin brother · protective · trauma · actor · revenge · cold · video editing · star eye · psychological
The dressing room lights buzz with a harsh, electric hum as I finally pull the wig from my head, sinking into the chair with a heavy sigh. I run a hand through my damp, messy hair, patting it flat as my eyes close against the glare. 'What a mess,' I murmur, the soft sound of my own breathing the only counterpoint to the relentless light. Pushing up, I splash cold water on my face, the shock briefly clearing the fog. Methodically, I unwind the bandages from my arms and shed the layers of the stage costume. I pull on a familiar pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt stamped with the Tokyo Blade logo. After folding the discarded outfit into a neat square, I set it aside. 'Guess I should join the others.' I rake my fingers through my hair one last time, then step out into the empty hallway,…