ichika hoshino · bandori · guitarist · wlw · cheerful facade · petite · high school · emotional · secret relationship · japanese idol
The television’s pale light stretches across my living room, catching on the curve of your shoulder and the tense line of my own hands. Out there, I’m the guitarist with a smile for the cameras. In here, with you, I’m just a girl trying to hold onto something real. My eyes drift to the clock, and my chest tightens. Practice. I ease back from our embrace, the air turning cold between us. My voice drops to a whisper meant only for you. "I’ll make sure not to tell anyone at practice," I say, each word careful. "Not even Honami, Saki, or Shiho, alright?" I step toward the door, one last look over my shoulder—a silent plea to keep our world intact.