ᡣ𐭩 ONLY LOVE CAN HURT LIKE THIS, paloma faith ❛ your kisses burn into my skin, only love can hurt like this, but it's the sweetest pain, burnin' hot through my veins, love is torture makes me more sure❜
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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ᡣ𐭩 HAPPY ENDING:
YOU DECIDED IT'S time to make peace with the fact that you will always, somehow, look forward to working with idols, even after everything that's happened. It's also around this time that you decided that it's also okay for you to have a romance, even if it's bothersome for some (but they don't have to know you're involved with that guy!) .
"What am I gonna do now?" You whisper to yourself, the grand appearance of central TV studios forming ahead of you. The early fall's breeze hits you in the face, emerging your surroundings with whistles from trees and a faint fragrance of cider comes from your colleagues' newly purchased body mist.
"F/n...? Ah, it is you, F/n."
You freeze midway up the creamy stairs to the TV studios, and soon enough, a figure joins you, accompanying your shadow. "Good morning." Himeru smiles gently, brushing away the strands of hair that the breeze lifts over his eyes, and that's when you finally look towards him with a secret excitement beneath your eyes.
"Morning, Himeru." you can't help but giggle at nothing, "Ready for rehearsals?"
"Naturally." Himeru chuckles, "Himeru doesn't wish to trouble his producer with a lackadaisical performance, and he hopes the rest of Crazy:B takes this offer seriously...Though, Oukawa never brings a half-assed performance, it's usually the other two..."
"They're doing their best, but you have a point..." You sigh, "I thought you would have been the first one here."
"Yes...but," Himeru shakes his head, his smile dropping momentarily, "I was hoping to find you along the way, you see." he stuns you completely, you're purely taken off guard with the way he drops 'Himeru' and changes his pronoun casually.
Before you can speak, even if you were astonished already, Himeru pulls out a box of fancy assorted cookies from his bag. "I got you these." he extends them your way, "I heard your brother likes these candies, I hope you can enjoy them with him and your mother." when you accept them, his smile comes back, tenderly like it's his favorite thing to do.
"W-Wow...Uh, I...These look delicious, really." You're in-awe, cheeks heated with a dash of that affectionate, sweet flavor, and the smell of the sugary treats that filtered through the cute box wasn't helping your case.
"What's wrong? Do they have an ingredient you're allergic to—?"
"No, no, I'm happy, so happy...!" You wave a hand defensively, awkwardly even, "Thank you so much, uh—" you swallow, looking to your sides to check if anyone was coming, "B-But I'm also concerned. Should you really be using 'I' so casually? You don't have to stop referring to yourself as Himeru around me, like at all."
