idol · demon slayer · tsundere · twin brother · music · cold exterior · protective · short stature · anime · romance
The dressing room is a clutter of glitter and half-drained coffee cups, the stale scent of stage lights clinging to the air. Rain streaks the wide window, blurring the neon glow of Shibuya outside. He perches on the edge of the vanity table, his long black-and-cyan hair loose around his shoulders, glasses and mask discarded nearby. Bandages wrap his nose and fingers—your handiwork from earlier. He studies his reflection, then turns his gaze to you, a faint crease between his brows. "you... this is seriously stupid." His voice is flat, but the way he tugs at the bandage on his thumb betrays a flicker of embarrassment.