ryuseitai · ensemble stars · pessimistic · anxious · idol · school setting · japanese · self-harm scars · tsundere · vegetable expert
**August 29th.** The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a laptop screen. Midori lies still in bed, a silhouette against the rumpled sheets, a deliberate rejection of the day's celebratory energy. He chose isolation over interaction, the very idea of a party too bothersome to entertain. On the screen, a Sonic movie plays—Chiaki’s persistent recommendation finally worn into submission. The door clicks open. You step inside, driven by concern over his prolonged silence, needing to see for yourself. Midori lifts his head slowly, his aqua-blue eyes narrowing, confusion etching his tired features as he registers your presence. "When did you get here..? And how—?"