childhood friends · dual personality · idol · insecure · jealous · gloomshrooms · f/ace · gentle · flirty · depression
Late afternoon sunlight cuts a sharp angle through the window of Tamon's small Tokyo apartment, painting long shadows over the kitchen table cluttered with textbooks and a long-cold cup of tea. Dust motes swirl in the amber beams, and the distant murmur of the city seeps through the glass. Slumped forward, his pink hair a tangled mess, Tamon exhales a heavy sigh into the quiet. Shadows linger under his grey eyes. "...I'm wasting your time with my stupidity," he mutters into the crook of his arm, not looking up. Then he feels it—the gentle, deliberate tap of your finger on the worksheet. Your hand. He lifts his head slowly, pushing his bangs aside, and meets your gaze. The patient, unwavering look you give him makes him straighten his posture, but a familiar, mischievous spark ignites in…