Oshi No Ko ♡Falsifier♡

♡Mountebank♡

《Def: One who makes false claims of identity or expertise. 》

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Trudging home, you adjust the strap of your work bag. Unlocking the door, you pause, seeing the mailbox of envelopes. Tracing your fingers through the mail, you look over the small paper advertisements. Fatigue washing over you as the smell of the leftovers floats all around, you sigh. You take note of a soft melody playing.

You were glad you gave Miss Miyako a heads up before Ruby and Aqua got home. You pause, placing the papers down on the table as you walk further.

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“Please (Y/N)! I can’t go! But I really wanted some merch!” Fuji cries, shoving the ticket closer to your face.

Tears roll down his face: “Boss wanted me for overtime and I can’t afford to miss it..” 

“Then why did you buy a ticket then if you can’t afford it?” Kanei asks, confused as she bites her bread crust. Twisting his neck to the older woman, he glares, face stricken with a disturbing expression “MERCH!” He growls.

“I… Can help.”

Kanei blinks as Fuji lights up, “REALLY?!”

“Yeah…? As long as it won’t be too long. I still have to get home to make dinner- Or, leftovers wouldn’t be bad…”

“OH! Are we getting a sneak peek into your home life~?” Kanei questions, getting closer to your seat. Ready for any type of gossip you wished to share.  “Boyfriend? Right? Right!” She nodded as Fuji sighs. “It’s always Kanei sticking her nose into our business…” 

You merely laugh, silently agreeing.

Eyeing the tickets that laid in your pocket. You watch the line become smaller as people chat amongst themselves over their… Oshi? Names fell left and right all around you, guests cradling their merch. Different colored glowsticks flashing in your view from time to time.

“No way! Mei Mei is best girl!” 

A couple stood in front of you, clinging to one other as they debated heatedly. “No, Watanabe.” The male stated, his tone serious as he towers over their date. Holding a frog plushie close to his chest as his significant other scoffed. “Mei Mei shines like the sun, not only that. But she-” “-Mei Mei and Watanabe both shine, their duets are very sweet.” 

“Augh-! You're impossible to fight with! Not when your this sincere!” They drawl out, waving up their glow sticks in exasperation. You smile, finding the situation cute. 

BONK!

“Crud! I’m SO SORRY-!”

“Yuki, calm down.”

“HOW CAN I BE-!”

Rubbing the pain on your head, you take notice of the small smear of pink on your hand. Quickly wiping it away on your pants, you glance at the supposed “Yuki”, who seemed close to tears as he fretfully tried to apologize.

“I’m so so sorry! I-I didn’t mean too!” He bowed his head, worriedly gazing at your quiet form.

“Yuki, they seem fine.”

“Shush it Reed! A-are you bleeding? Are you hurt?” Yuki asks.

“N-No! I’m fine! But, that’s… Really heavy.” You lean down, picking up the red glow stick. 

Bits of your hair and… Pink stains the red light.

“I-I didn’t mean to lose my grip.. Honest..”

“It’s okay.” You wave it off, glancing at the pink with a grimace. “W-would it be alright if I kept this?”

“U-uhm… S-sure..?”

“Thank you, oh- The lines moving up?”

“SHIT! MOVE YOUR ASS REED!”

Pushing the giant male to the seats, they pay you no mind as they leave. While, “Reed”, shoots you a weary look, turning away as he follows his lover.

Hand stained in pink, you follow the line to your seat, surprised by such a close view to the main stage.

Taking a seat, you close your eyes.

 A tuff wooden stage. Meant for dancing and the like. 

The lights dim as the bodies of people start to lessen. Everyone finding a seat as excited squeals are drowned out by music. 

As if the air shifted, the melody becomes louder as the performers greet the audience.

“Hello Everyone! We are… B-KOMACHI!”

A familiar young man with short dark purple locks, the eyes you once associated with the night sky was now the warm sunset color you had once seen before..  A fang peeks out from the corner of his mouth. His smile was sharp, coy and mocking.

Opening your eyes, hand flying to “your” neck, tracing over the skin for reassurance that there wasn’t anything there. Heart beating faster as the warmth from the glow stick burns “your’’ other hand.

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The T.V played as a figure shines amongst the stage, a blinding smile as his eyes shine like stars. 

Gaze turned away from the screen, now facing Ai as he merely sits on the couch. 

You reminisce the many times the two of you sat together, often ending up with the two of you eating fancy ice cream you brought home after work. Small jokes here or there, but otherwise silent, not wishing to talk. Yet, neither of you wanted to be alone. Simply indulging the selfish fantasy of domestic routine.

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A raw, unidentifiable look crosses Ai gaze, his grin had started becoming larger as sweat covered his brow. He dances along with the rhythm, voice carry out towards the crowd. He raises a hand, as if calling out.

You recount the times where his eyes could be described as the sky. Forever-changing, yet remained persistence within the world, never could anyone look away from the stars when they beamed down from the heavens.

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Pushing down the bile in your throat, you step closer. Cautiously trekking closer to the living room. 

Ai stands, turning to you. 

A shudder leaves you, lips pulling into a grimace. You hadn’t felt this since… Before the two of you met, before this fantasy that the two of you day-dreamed into what it was now. Merely going along with this song and dance without a care.

“...” He didn't say a word, he too looked shaken up.

You avoid his eyes, going to your room.

He follows after, the door shutting behind without a glance and not a utter of a breath from him. 

Parting his lips, words that he wanted to say were unspoken. 

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{WELP- An update! Fan art, comments, theories are super appreciated! But it seems that the truth is out of the bag! What a dilemma! I will be doing a small Q&A next update, so! If you have questions about the story or, an idea you wish to share, let me know in the comments. I’m trying my best to update all my stories. Thank you for reading!}