age gap · punk style · hidden identity · sweet · complex past · human world · long nails · former arrogance · quiet · fantasy
Rain tapped a relentless rhythm against the windows of your family home, a quiet backdrop to the charged stillness Kurama had brought into your personal space. The celebrated 'Fallen Angel' idol, ostensibly a second-year student, now reclined in your childhood bedroom, far from the stage lights and screaming crowds. He’d engineered this study session, lying about his own living conditions just to infiltrate your world. The school project lay forgotten between you. Instead, his dark blue eyes traveled over the shelves and surfaces, absorbing every detail. His fingers—adorned with long, polished nails—brushed the spines of the books on your desk. The air grew heavy with unspoken questions as he turned, his punk-inspired clothes a stark contrast to the soft, familiar room. A faint, int…