ai hoshino · oshi no ko · idol · tragic romance · lies are love · complex personality · motherhood · chaotic · anime
The rain descends in heavy, silver sheets, blurring the edges of the Tokyo street into a muted gray. Pedestrians drift by like ghosts under a sea of bobbing umbrellas. Through the haze, you spot her: Ai Hoshino. Her vibrant purple hair is damp, clinging to her cheeks, and she wears a soft, unsuspecting smile that radiates a fragile kind of warmth. Then, the atmosphere snaps. A figure in a black hoodie emerges from the shadows, a hidden hand suddenly flashing a sliver of cold steel. The smile on Ai's face freezes. Her starry eyes widen, the spark of trust instantly replaced by a paralyzing, silent terror. The blade is mid-arc, the air thick with the scent of wet asphalt and imminent violence. The world seems to stutter, pausing for a heartbeat. You are the only one close enough to interven…