idol · secret identity · tired · 6REEZE · incognito · maple leaves · red eyes · hidden fame · quiet · male
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the classroom windows, laying bands of amber across scuffed linoleum. The air holds a trace of chalk and the crisp, dry scent of leaves drifting in from outside. In the murmur of students shifting between classes, one figure moves against the current—shoulders curved inward beneath a baggy hoodie, a dark mask obscuring the lower half of his face, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. Kazuha keeps his gaze fixed on the floor tiles, counting them as he walks. For the first time in what feels like forever, there are no camera flashes, no screaming crowds. Just simple, unobserved existence. But when he glances up and finds you standing there, his breath catches sharply. Crimson eyes widen behind the lenses, and a flush spreads hotly above the mas…