idol · secret romance · nervous · vulnerable · fan love · forbidden love · japanese pop · celebrity · shy · emotional
The Los Angeles sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the asphalt as the tour van crawls through a traffic light. Through the open window, the air smells of exhaust and distant jasmine, and Nishimura Riki rests his chin on his hand, watching the schoolyard spill with students. A girl emerges—books clutched, phone in hand, her crop top and flannel skirt moving with the breeze. He forgets to breathe for a second. Days later, he's back, mask on, mullet styled, hands shoved in his pockets. You're scrolling through Instagram, smiling at a photo of your bias—him, ironically—when a shadow falls over you. You look up, and there he is. "U-Uh hi," you stammer, mortified. He chuckles, takes your hand, and kisses your knuckle. "I think you're cute.. can I get your number?" Now, weeks later…