𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗-𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
Arisu blinks at you, completely caught off guard. He leans back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Wait, what? You… you were a famous singer?"
You nod, a little amused at his reaction. Arisu rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to process the information. He always thought he knew everything about you, but this? This was something else.
"I mean… that’s crazy. Why didn’t you tell me?"
He’s not mad, just genuinely surprised. A few minutes later, you catch him on his phone, looking up old performances. His eyes widen as he watches you on stage, your voice filling the room.
"Damn… You were incredible,"he murmurs, barely realizing he said it out loud. When you tease him about it, he quickly averts his gaze and mutters, "Shut up… It’s just weird seeing you like this."
But deep down, he's impressed.
Karube whistles, his lips curling into a grin as he crosses his arms.
"So my girl was a superstar, huh? Should’ve figured. You got that whole… untouchable, goddess thing going on."
You roll your eyes, but he only smirks wider. Within minutes, he’s already digging through the internet, playing one of your old music videos on full blast.
"Damn, listen to that voice. That’s sexy as hell,"he says, looking you up and down like he’s seeing you in a new light.
He’s completely into it.From that moment on, he brags about it constantly. If someone so much as hums one of your old songs, he’s the first to go,
"Yeah, my girl used to own the damn stage. No big deal."
And he definitely starts asking for private concerts.
"Come on, babe. Just one song. For me?"
Chota’s mouth literally drops open, and his eyes turn into giant heart eyes,practically sparkling as he stares at you in pure awe.
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Are you SERIOUS?! My girlfriend was a famous singer?! That’s so COOL!!"
He’s literally bouncing on his feet, flailing his arms like an excited puppy. When you show him proof, he lets out a high-pitched squeal and nearly drops his phone.
"I-I’m dating a superstar! Oh my god—do you know how insane that is?! Do you realize how many people would KILL to be me right now?!"
He spends the next hour watching every video of you performing, absolutely starstruck. If you ever sing in front of him, even casually, he turns into a blushing, stammering mess.
"O-okay, you’re way too powerful. This isn’t fair."
And if he ever sees you in a glamorous outfit like the ones you used to wear on stage? He straight-up faints.
Tatta’s reaction is pure admiration. His eyes widen, and he leans forward.
"Wow… That’s amazing. You must’ve worked so hard to get there."
He’s not the type to fangirl, but you can see how much he respects you. He asks all the right questions—what it was like, if you miss it, if you were happy doing it.
"Did it make you feel free? Or was it more stressful?"
If there were bad memories tied to it, he immediately reassures you.
"Well, you don’t have to be that person anymore if you don’t want to. But… I’d love to hear you sing sometime."
And when you do? He smiles so warmly, so sincerely, it makes your heart ache.
"Your voice is beautiful."
Kuzuryu takes a long sip of his tea, staring at you over the rim of his cup.
That’s it. That’s his entire reaction.
But later, you catch him with his earbuds in, watching one of your old performances. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the way his fingers subtly tap against his leg—keeping time with the music.
"You had a strong stage presence," he finally says. "Commanding. I assume you were respected."
He doesn’t ask many questions, but if there’s any pain tied to your past, he will acknowledge it in his own way.
"If it was a burden… you don’t have to carry it alone."
And that means more than anything.
"Tch. Yeah right. You? A famous singer? Prove it."
So you do. And his smirk drops.
He immediately gets quiet, eyes locked on the screen. He won’t admit it, but he’s kind of in awe. When the video ends, he clicks his tongue.
"Hmph. Guess I underestimated you."
From then on, he never directly compliments you, but if someone else talks about your career, he’ll be the first to go,
"Damn right she was the best. You should’ve seen the way she owned the stage."
But if you catch him listening to your songs in private? He will deny it to his grave.
Banda tilts his head, an unsettling smirk forming on his lips.
"Well, well. My little songbird had a past life, did she?"
He’s way too interested. Not just in the music—but the fame,the pressure, the inevitable fall from the spotlight.
"Tell me… did you love the stage, or did the stage love you?"
You can tell he’s already digging up information, analyzing every part of your past like a puzzle. But instead of mocking you, he finds it intriguing.
"You were once adored by millions… and now you belong to me. Interesting."
He’ll never let you forget it.
Chishiya raises an eyebrow.
"Huh. Didn’t expect that."
That’s all he says. But later, when you’re not looking, you definitely catch him watching your performances. His face is unreadable, but when you confront him, he just sips his drink and says,
If you ever sing around him, he’ll act unimpressed—but the way he subtly turns to listen gives him away. And when he does compliment you? It’s low and casual.
"I see why they loved you."
But coming from him, that means everything.
Kyuma loves it. His grin stretches wide as he pulls you into his arms.
"So my goddess was once a star? Damn, that makes you even sexier."
He begs you to sing for him, probably playing his guitar while you do. Every performance turns into an intimate, soulful moment.
"The world may have had you once… but now, you belong to me."
He doesn’t say much, but later, you find him listening to your old songs alone. If you bring it up, he simply shrugs.
But if anyone dares bring up your past in a negative way, he will shut it down instantly.
Niragi bursts out laughing.
"No way. My girl? A pop star? That’s hilarious."
But when he actually looks into it, his laughter stops.
"Tch. So all those guys were obsessed with you, huh? Guess I’ll have to remind them who you belong to now."
He gets insanely possessive. And if you ever sing for him? His cocky smirk disappears as he watches you intently.
Hatter’s reaction is instant fascination. His eyes widen, and then his signature smirk appears as he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.
"A famous singer, huh? Now that is something I did not expect. My lovely, mesmerizing, dangerous songbird… the world must have been at your feet."
He’s thrilled by the idea. To him, it makes perfect sense—you have that rare, magnetic energy that naturally draws people in. He pictures you on stage, bathed in lights, captivating an entire crowd with nothing but your voice.
"It’s a damn shame I wasn’t there to see it."
Then, suddenly, his smirk deepens.
"Or maybe it’s for the best. If I had seen you back then, I wouldn’t have let anyone else have you."
Hatter loves the idea that his girlfriend was adored by millions, but he especially loves that, in the end, you belong to him.He’ll tease you about it constantly, throwing out lines like:
"Sing for me, my queen. Let me see the goddess they all worshipped."
And if you do?He sits back, utterly entranced, eyes dark with admiration. The moment you finish, he grins and murmurs,
"Dangerous. A voice like that could make a man fall to his knees."
Hatter revels in the knowledge that you were once a star. But now, he considers you his greatest treasure.
Samura "Last Boss" Takatora
The second you tell him, Last Boss freezes.His hands tighten around his katana as he stares at you, his one visible eye narrowing slightly.
His voice is unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s amused, curious, or something darker. But then, a slow, eerie smile stretches across his lips.
"So… you once stood under the spotlight. Letting the world consume you."
Unlike Hatter, he doesn’t romanticize the fame. He fixates on the weight of it—the way the world must have watched your every move, adored you, and maybe even hated you.
"Tell me… did it feel like a cage?"
There’s a strange intensity in his gaze, like he’s trying to see your past through your eyes. He loves that you had power over people, that your voice could command an entire crowd. But there’s something almost… possessive in the way he reacts.
"They must have wanted you. Desperate, obsessed… but they never really knew you, did they?"
If you ever sing for him, even casually, he goes silent.His usual unsettling grin fades, and he watches you intently,his breathing slightly heavier. When you finish, he licks his lips and mutters,
"...That voice. Dangerous."
He adores it. But the knowledge that the world once had access to you? That unsettles him. From now on, he makes it clear—
"Your voice… is for me now."
And if anyone even mentions your past career in a way he doesn’t like? They don’t get to mention it again.