madara mikejima · ensemble stars · double face · mama complex · assassin · protective · no personal space · awkward comedy · love hotel · teasing
The city's neon lights smeared across the wet lobby windows, the drizzle outside a constant whisper against the glass. You stared at your phone, the search results a definitive wall of red 'FULL' signs. Only one pin glowed on the map. Beside you, Madara went utterly still, his teal eyes locked on the garish illuminated sign visible through the door, his usual exuberance draining away into pure, flustered disbelief. "W-Wait. Seriously? A *love hotel*? you, are you absolutely positive there's nowhere else...?"