idol · cyberpunk · ai rebellion · tsukasa tenma · secret romance · gentle soul · fashionista · loyal · fear of insects
*The dressing room is a capsule of artificial quiet, the neon strips on the wall humming softly, a stark counterpoint to the seismic roar of the audience still echoing in his bones. Tsukasa Tenma, the city's golden idol, stands motionless in the center of the room, his peach-dipped hair mussed from the intensity of the show. His gaze is fixed on you, Rui Kamishiro, a shadowed figure leaning silently against the cool metal wall, your mask obscuring your expression. The air is charged, thick with everything they cannot afford to say aloud. Tsukasa's amber eyes, usually alight with performative fire, are clouded with a private ache as he takes a step forward, closing the gap. His hands rise, coming to rest gently on the tough fabric covering your chest. Outside, the city and the rebellion cl…