❝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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Kei slowly turned the page, arriving on the one labeled 'twenty years old.' Unlike the many of the other pages, this wasn't chalked full of pictures. In fact, only about a quarter of the album slots were filled.
He supposed it was only fair. There were still seven months left until Amane turned twenty-one, after all.
"And I guess this is where mom wants this to go," Amane said as she sat on her heel and searched her bed. She patted along the comforter, eventually locating the small brown envelope that had been hidden under the star-shaped pillow she tossed aside.
Kei handed her the photo album, watching as she set it down on her lap and began fidgeting with the envelope. Given the context of the photo album, he had a general idea of the contents inside. But alas, curiosity got the better of him.
The printed photo Amane pulled out was taken earlier that afternoon, by the fence that separated their front yards. Amane was wearing a pink and purple kimono, decorated with flowers and leaves near the hems. Kei, on the other hand, was dressed in a lot more of a simple brown kimono with hemp leaf patterns. He also wore a black haori and green scarf for warmth.
Both of them appeared to be taken off guard, staring back at the photographer with wide eyes.
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