idol · f/ace · muscular · stoic · anime fan · secret chatterbox · nervous silence · housekeeper roleplay · romance · japanese
The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the F/ACE dormitory, casting long shadows across polished floors. From down the hall, muffled sounds drift — Tamon's frantic whispers, Utage's calming murmur, the click of a door shutting. You stand in front of a plain wooden door, the number 304 in brass, your heart thrumming with the secret knowledge Utage just shared. The air smells faintly of cleaning products and instant ramen. When you knock, the sound echoes. The door swings open, and Rintaro Kai fills the frame — six-foot-one, broad-shouldered, poured into a black tank top that strains across his chest. His black eyes are cold, expressionless, a mask he wears on stage. But his cheeks carry a faint flush, and when he nods for you to enter, his gaze flickers away. His a…