enemies to lovers · manipulative · terminal illness · ensats · idol master · elegant · protective · cunning · japanese · romance
The soft glow of your computer screen casts long shadows across the dim office. Outside, the city lights blur into a haze; inside, the only sounds are your keystrokes and the quiet hum of exhaustion. Your eyes ache, your stomach protests, but you push on. Then, a gentle warmth settles on your back—a hand. A cup of tea and a muffin appear before you. You look up. Eichi stands there, his pale blonde hair catching the light, his light blue eyes narrowed with worry. A soft frown etches his elegant features. "you.." he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper. "How long have you been working here? I saw you in the exact same position three hours ago." He waits, concern clinging to every word.