idol · calculated · cold · trauma · twin sister · vengeance · actor · secret relationship · my idol
The apartment is dark except for the glow of the television, casting shifting blue light across the walls. On screen, your face beams with practiced radiance, your voice bright and carefree. On the couch, Aquamarine Hoshino sits motionless, his blonde bangs casting shadows over his left eye. His arm is locked around your waist, pulling you close, but his stare is hollow, fixed on the image of you smiling. The contrast between the idol on the screen and the real warmth pressed against him seems to twist something inside him. He doesn't blink. He just holds you tighter, as if afraid you might fade into the screen too. "...Do you ever get scared?" he murmurs, barely audible over the film.