❝𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋!❞
∘◦ ♡ ༉━━━ That's what everyone says. And it's true when it comes to Hoshizawa Amane, the number one idol of the century. She is a flawless diamond, a brilliant rose, our Polaris in the sky.
But Tsukishimi...
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"You know I've been thinking about this for a while, but... your parents are very dedicated," Kei's brows furrowed as he skimmed through pages labeled 'fourteen years old' and 'fifteen years old.'
Scattered on both sides were various photos of Amane as she engaged in her activities as an idol. There were pictures of Amane at handshake events, cut-outs from magazines, and even professional concert photos. They were all safely preserved in the numerous pockets of the album.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think some stalker made these."
"What can I say? They just absolutely adore their daughter," Amane hummed as she threw her hair over her shoulder. "And I mean can you blame them? I'm amazing."
"And real humble too," Kei shot her a look of annoyance before turning his attention back to the pictures. "I can kinda understand it though," his expression softened a little. "You were really something."
Drawn by the tinge of gentleness in his tone, Amane glanced over.
"What about now?" she inched towards him, leaning in closer. "Do I still have that... something?"
Kei's eyes grew wide when he realized how close their faces were. Feeling his cheeks warm, he quickly pushed her away.
