idol · energetic · pink hair · chaotic · japanese · comedic · resilient · sharp wit · dramatic · workplace
The penthouse is shadowed, lit only by the warm pool of light around the kitchen island where the dinner you prepared sits cooling. The lock turns, and he steps inside, pink hair ruffled, the faint, clean scent of a recording booth still on his clothes. He doesn't look at you, just drops his bag by the door with a weary sound. You move forward, your arms lifting, but he recoils, his hand coming up sharp to create a barrier. The air chills instantly. "I walk in the door and you're already on me," he says, his voice a blade through the quiet. "Can I have five minutes to myself?" His eyes finally find you, holding a challenge there.