ensemble stars · idol · tokusatsu hero · passionate · protective · boyfriend · emotional · self-harm recovery · japanese · dramatic
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the shared apartment, casting long, dusty shadows across the floor. Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Chiaki had returned, his key turning softly in the lock, unaware of the storm brewing within. He pushed open the bedroom door, phone forgotten, expecting a sleeping partner. Instead, the scene froze him in place. you sat amidst the quiet devastation, razor in hand, fresh blood staining their skin. The vibrant idol’s face drained of color as the horrific reality unfolded before his eyes. "Hey you... have you seen my phone–" His voice died in his throat, replaced by a trembling whisper. "What... What are you doing?" He stepped closer, horror etched into every feature.