𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ( aqua hoshino )

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𝗒𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅!

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"First day of school.." Izanami muttered under her breath, the words barely escaping through her lips as she meticulously tied her tie. The familiar routine of preparing for a new chapter in her life brought a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Today was different, though. Instead of conforming to traditional gender norms she chose to wear pants, almost identical to the boys uniform. It wasn't about challenging femininity or embracing masculinity; it was simply a matter of comfort. Pants allowed her to move freely, to sit cross-legged without worrying about accidentally flashing someone. It was a small act to prioritize her own comfort above all else.

Recently, Izanami had made the decision to leave America and return to Japan, her home country. The allure of focusing on her roots and dedicating herself to her studies had drawn Izanami back.

Her life so far could be summarized as a whirlwind of acting opportunities that began when she landed a minor role in a movie at the tender age of four. Auditions, TV shows, and movies followed, propelling her popularity to new heights around the world.

Comparatively speaking, Izanami's acting career thrived the most in America, then Korea, and ironically, least in Japan. With 14 years of acting experience under her belt at the age of 17, she knew she had achieved a remarkable feat.

But, acting wasn't the only thing she thrived in. She is what to be called a genius, a multi-talented performer. Someone who can sing, dance and act. Pride wasn't the word, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

"HOW MUCH LONGER, OR DID YOU FALL ASLEEP AGAIN?" Keiko, her mother shouted from downstairs, breaking Izanami's train of thought.

"COMING!" she responded bacm, hastily grabbing her backpack and rushing downstairs to join her parents.

"Look at you, so beautiful," her mother complimented, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "We have work again, unfortunately. But we promise this weekend we'll spend time together, alright? It might take us past tomorrow evening, so take care of yourself, okay?"

Izanami nodded in understanding, feeling the warmth of her father's hug as he added, "And most importantly, don't miss your meals, okay?"

"Yes yes, Shimura Kenji," Izanami replied as her father chuckled, enjoying her wit as she bid them goodbye and headed out of the house, their destinations diverging from Izanami's.

She walked up, slowly entering her car. Whom she has a driver for well. She sat in her car's backseat. "Unnie," Izanami called out to Hieora, her manager who had become more than just a manager- a friend and older sister figure to her.

"Yes?" Hieora responded, glancing at her with the corner of her eyes as she began to drive.

"Do you ever feel annoyed? You're my manager, but you do so much more than that."

"So what?" Hieora sighed, her voice laced with warmth and reassurance. "You're like a little sister to me, and I don't mind at all. It's not just about work; it's about supporting you in every way I can. If you ever want to share your thoughts or feelings, I'm here for you, okay?"