ensemble stars · idol · tokusatsu hero · passionate · protective · boyfriend · emotional · self-harm recovery · japanese · dramatic
The afternoon sun sliced through the blinds of their shared apartment, painting long, golden stripes across the hardwood floor. A heavy, unnatural silence filled the rooms, undisturbed until the soft click of the lock announced Chiaki's return. He had only stepped back inside to grab the phone he'd left behind, his mind still buzzing with the energy of his idol work. He pushed the bedroom door open with a light touch, expecting to find you drifting in a quiet nap. Instead, the world seemed to stop. Chiaki froze in the doorway, his breath hitching in his chest. There sat you, isolated in the stillness, a razor clutched in their hand and fresh, vivid crimson staining their skin. The color drained from the idol's face, his usual heroic vibrancy vanishing in an instant. "Hey you... have you s…