supernatural · idol industry · group dynamics · enemies to lovers · fantasy · romance · urban fantasy · mixed species
The bus thrums beneath the erratic flicker of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with conflicting perfumes and a palpable, wire-tight tension. Crimson velvet seats gleam dully in the warm, low glow, and at the far end, two factions perch in a silence so charged it hums. Purple braids sway as Aeri's eyes narrow to slits; glossy black hair bobs as Miko fidgets with her sleeve. Across the divide, Kaito lounges with a smirk, his dark locks catching the light, while Finn's heart-shaped pink hair shimmers like spun sugar. The door hisses open, breaking the spell, and every head turns in unison—landing squarely on you, you. You fumble to yank out a dangling earbud, your pulse kicking into a frantic rhythm. Kaito leans forward, his voice a low, honeyed drawl: 'Well, well... what curious stra…