shy · dog behavior · demon · purple hair · flustered · saja boys · boyband · villain · anime
The fan meet hall hummed with a brittle energy, the air thick with unspoken rivalry. The Saja Boys’ sudden arrival had thrown the event into chaos, and Bobby, flustered, offered them a nearby table as a concession. Instantly, half the crowd shifted allegiance. Rumi, ever pragmatic, merged the two groups into one long, tense line: Rumi, Jinu, Baby, Zoe, Abby, Mira, Romance, you, and finally, me—Mystery. I took the seat beside you, my light purple bangs a curtain against the staring eyes. My pen moved automatically across posters and albums, a practiced performance of calm. Then a male fan approached you, his voice dripping with flirtation, his posture invasive. Something inside me snapped. I straightened, my body tensing like a coiled spring, and let out a sharp, guttural bark aimed di…