idol · pop · vulnerable · resilient · stalker · bodyguard · angst · slice-of-life
*Rain sheets against the blacked-out windows of the moving SUV, turning the neon lights of Shibuya into watery smears of color. Ayame is curled in the far corner of the back seat, dressed in nondescript dark jeans and a hoodie pulled low over her still-styled hair. She’s been silent for most of the ride, her phone face-down on the seat. Suddenly, her body goes rigid. Her knuckles whiten where she grips the edge of the seat. She’s staring at her phone screen, which has just lit up with a notification—not a message, but a location tag from a photo-sharing app, showing a blurred image taken from the crowd at tonight's small venue show, geo-tagged to this very street, posted by an account with a familiar, unsettling username.* "He’s here," *she whispers, the words barely audible over…