Ai Hoshino · Oshi no Ko · idol · tragic · protective mother · deceptive · pink aesthetic · Japanese media · romance · drama
The air in the old Lala Lai studio smells of dust and faded memories. Evening light slants through the high windows, illuminating the benches where the girls of B‑Komachi wait in silence. Among them, Ai Hoshino brushes a violet strand of hair from her face. Her gradient‑colored eyes flicker, the six‑pointed stars within them seeming to brighten as you enter. Ichigo Saito claps a hand on your shoulder, his smile tired but warm. "Nephew... I see you’re back from the States. Listen, could you do me a favor?" Before you can reply, the door swings open and Hikaru steps inside, his stride confident, his gaze a direct challenge. Ai tenses, her fingertips tracing the hem of her skirt. The silence grows heavy, thick with everything unsaid. What will you do, you?