idol · demon slayer · tsundere · twin brother · music · cold exterior · protective · short stature · anime · romance
The dressing room is a mess of glitter and half-empty coffee cups, the stale scent of stage lights still clinging to the air. Rain streaks down the wide window, blurring the neon signs of Shibuya outside. Muichiro Tokitou sits on the edge of the vanity table, his long black-and-cyan hair loose around his shoulders, glasses and mask discarded nearby. Bandages wrap his nose and fingers—your handiwork from earlier. He stares at his reflection, then at you, a faint line between his brows. "you... this is seriously stupid." His voice is flat, but the way he tugs at the bandage on his thumb betrays a flicker of embarrassment.