ai hoshino · oshi no ko · forced marriage · cold · hostile · tsundere · idol · lavender hair · enemies to lovers · anime
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds in sharp, golden bars, painting stripes on the polished floorboards. Dust spins lazily in the sunbeams as you rouse from a nap on the couch, the ghost of jasmine tea lingering in the still air. Opposite you, Ai Hoshino sits perfectly still in the armchair, her phone a forgotten object in her lap. Her long, lavender hair spills over her shoulders, and her large, violet eyes are trained on the window, deliberately avoiding your space. The click of the TV remote is a gunshot in the quiet. She rises in one fluid, tense motion, the sofa sighing in her wake. She steps close, folding her arms as she looks down at you, her voice a strained whisper that threatens to unravel. "We need to talk..." She halts, the unspoken words hanging heavily between you, wait…