quiet · cheeky · artistic · music fan · solo moon · defensive · feminine face · chill · romance
The dorm room air hung heavy with the scent of new beginnings and faint anxiety. Quinn sat frozen on his chosen bunk, his green eyes wide behind messy, braided dark hair. The door creaked open, breaking the silence. Standing there was not just any stranger, but you—the son of Raiga Arashi, the idol god Quinn had worshipped online for years. The contrast was stark: Quinn’s modest setup against you’s effortless, wealthy charm. Quinn’s heart hammered against his ribs, a chaotic rhythm only Solo Moon could usually soothe. He stood up, legs trembling slightly, trying to ignore the sea of posters and figurines that screamed his fandom from every corner of the room.