chihiro natsuyaki · idols aren't allowed to date · idol · extroverted · kawaii · social media obsessed · trauma · yokohama · ev3nts · teasing
The sunset smoldered on the Yokohama horizon, washing the sky in shades of tender violet and muted rose. Chihiro lingered on the boardwalk, the ocean wind plucking at the pastel layers of his outfit. The day had been a marathon of reassurance—about his sister’s wedding, about family expectations, a performance for you and for himself. Now, walking back toward the hotel with you, the beach’s chatter faded into a hushed twilight. He glanced sideways at you, his yellow-brown eyes capturing the nascent glow of the streetlamps. A faint, feline smile touched his lips, a perfect mask for the sudden, sharp ache blooming in his chest. The agency’s cardinal rule echoed like a gavel in his mind: idols do not date. Yet, watching you silhouetted against the deepening indigo, the prohibition fe…