𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

TW: CURSING 

Anaya shoved her way through the crowds of Tokyo hastily. She could never quite get a day to herself, not when she was one of the most idolized actresses in the country of Japan.

"Excuse me!" Anaya apologized, running past a group of young children. The girl wasn't sure if she had knocked any of them down, but the loud screaming that came from them signalled she had definitely done something.

Gritting her teeth, the young actress shoved her black cap further into her skull. The paparazzi were quite the animals. None of them could care less about anybody's privacy, their only concerns circled around famous people in their sights. They were a growing issue for the Japanese star, who could barely visit her parents without men and women rubbing, and banging against her car. Anaya knew what she signed up for when she got her first big gig, but she never imagined it could get this bad.

"Woah!" the girl gasped, feeling a hand grab her wrist. Yet another thing that she hated about paparazzi, they had no idea what personal space was.

Yanking her arm back from the camera-man's grip, Anaya continued running through the large crowd of civilians. Though it was annoying to get squished by so many strangers, they proved to be a good cover for her.

"Miss Inumaki! Can you please-" "What're your opinions on Solo Hyung's recent controversy!?" Sighing in frustration, Anaya ignored the questions, continuing to take multiple turns to get to her destination. She was getting tired, her legs could barely move anymore. After running for a whole hour, the young girl felt like her lungs were about to burst out of her body.

"Ah!" Anaya winced, slamming into the ground, face first. She wasn't sure who she had bumped into, but they were definitely stiff enough to send her flying onto the dirty concrete sidewalk.

"Fuck..," she cursed, holding her chest. Her heart was beating like there was no tomorrow, and her migraine had just gotten ten-times worse.

Seeing that the person she bumped into didn't even bother to look back at her, Anaya picked herself off of the hard ground. If it were up to her, she would've just laid on the concrete. But the fact that there were dozens of people chasing after her made that fantasy unable to happen.

'Got to find cover..' Anaya thought to herself. The calls of the paparazzi were getting louder and louder by the second, and the girl no longer had the energy to continue running.

"Building.. building.." Anaya muttered, her eyes flying in every direction. How could there be no buildings in Tokyo? Did the fall really mess her up this badly?

"Why do they have to live in the middle of Tokyo!?" the girl whisper-yelled. At this point, the paparazzi were right beside her, ready to pounce on her the second the spotted even a strand of her hair.

Suddenly spotting a building, Anaya's eyes drifted to its sign. "Gojo's place?" Anaya read, her eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion. The sign dangling off the building didn't give her the slightest hint of what she'd be walking into, but she didn't have the time to think her decision through.

"Please don't be a club," Anaya begged, before removing her hands from her sweat filled face.

"Books?" she squeaked. The girl was right in front of a bookcase, one that was four-times as tall as her. It seemed like she had fallen into a library, one that took the theme of fantasy a bit too seriously.

"There she is!" Anaya jumped slightly, hearing a booming voice, so loud it could be heard from outside the wooden door. One of the paparazzi must've spotted her through a window.

"Oh no," the girl panicked, her fingers curled in worry. If she got caught up with the paparazzi, she would probably never make it to her family gathering, and the last thing she wanted was to be scolded by half of her bloodline.