SYSTEM ERROR: BIAS DESYNC (1)
Yandere!Tamon Fukuhara x Reader
[INSUFFICIENT MATERIALS: Stamina 5/100 | Gold Coins: 120] [Would you like to purchase a Refresh Pack for 500 Diamonds?]
"Are you kidding me?" You muttered to your glowing phone screen, face-planting into the pillow.
The event route was ending in two days and somehow the game had decided that now was the perfect time to demand enough resources to bankrupt an entire kingdom.
You tapped the screen anyway.
A pop-up appeared immediately.
[Not enough coins]
"Yeah, I noticed."
With a sigh, you tossed your phone beside your pillow.
The reason you'd even downloaded the game in the first place was because F/ACE had been promoting it nonstop lately. The limited-time Otome collab event had hit a hard paywall. You were trying to unlock the exclusive Chapter 4 story route, but your resources were completely bone-dry.
As a dedicated fan, it hurts, but as a student with a budget, you had to stay strong. Your only consolation was that your ultimate bias, Ouri Sakaguchi, looked breathtakingly pretty on the game’s loading screen.
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The next day at school started out completely normal. You weren't anyone special, just a standard, background-character student who got decent grades and blended seamlessly into the crowds. Which made the sudden explosion of screams near the school gates completely jarring.
"Wait, is that really them?!" "Oh my god, it's F/ACE!"
You blinked, adjusting your school bag as the crowd surged forward. Standing in the center of the courtyard, flanked by cameras, managers, and a sea of screeching students, were the members of F/ACE. They were filming a promotional segment for their new variety show right at your school.
Your heart did a violent flip when you spotted Ouri. Beside him, Tamon Fukuhara stood tall, radiating his signature, blinding prince-like confidence.
Despite being a massive fan, you knew your place. You had no intention of inserting yourself into their idol world. But the universe, apparently, had other plans.
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By the afternoon, the production crew had taken over the hallway just outside your classroom to shoot a quick transition scene. The students had been cleared out of the immediate zone, but because you had been delayed cleaning up your desk, you found yourself walking right into the perimeter just as the director called a brief pause.
"Ah, the next scene requires us to choose between the two paths."
You leaned against the wall, waiting for a safe moment to slip past, when Tamon suddenly turned his head. His eyes locked right onto yours. For a lingering moment, he just stared at you.
Your brain short-circuited.
That exact look. That specific, unblinking eye contact paired with his sharp, flawless posture. It was almost verbatim to the static, high-affinity character illustration that had flashed on your screen in the Otome game last night right before you ran out of stamina.
You shook your head, dismissing it. Get a grip. You’re just sleep-deprived from gaming.
But the eerie sense of deja vu refused to leave.
"Alright, resetting for the hallway walking shot! Clear the center!" the staff shouted.
The members took their positions. Tamon was in full-blown "Perfect Idol" mode, shoulders back, eyes sparkling with effortless charisma. Ouri was right beside him, looking impossibly cool.
That's when a school hygiene staff member, rushing down the intersecting hallway with a heavy utility cart, completely misjudged the corner. A rogue wheel hit the edge of a locker base, causing the staff member to trip violently.
The cart lurched. A large plastic bucket filled to the brim with dirty, grey mopping water launched into the air, flying in a direct, terrifying arc.
And it was heading straight for Ouri.
If it hit him, his uniform would be ruined, the entire shoot would be delayed, and your absolute favorite person on earth would be soaked in mopping water. Your body moved entirely on instinct, completely bypassing your brain's protocol to "stay invisible."
You lunged forward, throwing yourself into the trajectory of the splash to shield Ouri.
Clang! Splat!
The water collided heavily with your back and shoulders. The cold, damp fabric immediately clung to your skin as the water splattered across the floor. You winced, shutting your eyes tightly, bracing for the impact of the bucket itself.
But the heavy thud never came.
Instead, a pair of arms grabbed your shoulders, steadying you. You opened your eyes, expecting to look up into the face of your bias, Ouri.
Instead, you were looking directly into the wide, stunned eyes of Tamon.
Because of the angle of your sudden jump, you had accidentally thrown yourself right in front of Tamon's space as well. From his perspective, you hadn't jumped to save the black-haired next to him, you had leaped blindly through the air to shield him from getting wet.
"Are you okay?!" Tamon asked, his confident idol persona slipping into genuine, frantic concern for a split second before his flawless smile snapped back into place to calm the gathering crowd. He looked down at your soaked uniform, then at your face, his eyes softening into something deeply profound.
Behind him, Ouri blinked, looking slightly confused but offering you a sympathetic smile. "Wow, that was a close one. Thanks for the save."
You stood there, soaking wet, shivering slightly, and utterly speechless.
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You couldn't even remember how you got home after all that mess. All you knew was that today, your survival strategy was simple: complete and total avoidance.
Unfortunately, Tamon Fukuhara was making that incredibly difficult.
Every single time you had a free period or a break between classes, he seemed to materialize. You’d go to fill up your water bottle, and his pink hair would flash at the end of the corridor. You'd step out toward the courtyard, and he’d be standing there, his eyes instantly scanning the crowd as if searching for a familiar face. You spent the entire morning ducking behind lockers and taking the long way around the building just to keep your distance.
By lunchtime, the crew was filming a duo shot featuring Tamon and Keito. They were positioned near the school’s vending machines, delivering their lines with absolute perfection. You figured this was the safest time to finally grab a drink, assuming Tamon would be too occupied by the cameras to notice you.
You slipped past the edge of the crew's setup, heading toward a smaller courtyard.
"Here."
A smooth, cheerful voice cut through your thoughts. You blinked, turning to see Ouri. Before you could process his presence, he lightly tossed a small, chilled carton of strawberry milk toward you. Your hands flew up, catching it purely on instinct.
"Thank you for yesterday," Ouri said, "You took a pretty nasty hit from that bucket so I wouldn't have to."
Your heart did a violent, happy somersault. You looked down at the milk carton, a genuine, uncontainable smile spreading across your face. For a moment, you were completely, purely happy. You were interacting with your actual bias, and he was giving you a gift.
What you didn’t notice, however, was the sudden, sharp break in the scene being filmed just twenty yards away.
Tamon, mid-sentence with Keito, had frozen. His eyes had trailed over Keito’s shoulder, locking directly onto the image of you smiling so brightly at Ouri. A sense of jealousy arose so quickly it caught him off guard.
"Cut! Tamon, focus! Let's reset!" the director called out.
Tamon forced his perfect idol persona back into place, but his eyes never truly left you.
By the end of the day, the school bell finally rang, and you practically sprinted out of the classroom to head home. You were almost past the school gates, breathing a sigh of relief that you had survived the day, when a camera crew suddenly blocked your path.
A bubbly variety show host thrust a microphone toward you, flanked by a few F/ACE members who were watching from just a few feet away.
"And let's ask a random student on their way home!" the host cheered into the camera. "We're doing a quick Q&A for the new show! If you played the new F/ACE Otome game, who would you choose as your main love interest? Who is your ultimate bias?"
You tried to look for an escape route, but the camera was already rolling.
"Uh..." you stammered, pulling out your phone to just show them the app and get it over with. You tapped the screen, unlocking it.
There, across the display in high-definition, maximum-affinity glory, was the fully unlocked, heavily customized, romantic profile of Ouri Sakaguchi. Hearts and sparkling special-event graphics surrounded his character's digital face. It was undeniably, glaringly obvious who your main love interest was.
"Oh! It’s Ouri!" the host laughed, pointing the microphone toward the young idol, who cheered playfully in the background.
You offered a weak, embarrassed nod, quickly locking your phone and shoving it into your bag before rushing past the crew.
But as you hurried away, you caught sight of Tamon. The perfect, confident smile had completely vanished from his face. He stared at the spot where your phone screen had just been glowing, looking as if something integral inside him had just silently, violently shattered.
You weren't his most devoted fan. You were an Ouri stan.
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Behind the closed doors of the waiting room, the blinding, radiant Tamon Fukuhara was nowhere to be found.
Instead, he was slumped forward on a couch, his head in his hands, surrounded by a heavy, almost visible aura of absolute despair. The revelation from the school gates kept playing on a loop in his mind.
An Ouri stan...
It felt like a physical blow. The one who had flawlessly thrown themself into the trajectory of a flying water bucket, the one who had selflessly sacrificed their own uniform to protect his, didn't actually look at him that way. The sheer gravity of the misunderstanding crushed him, sending him crashing down into his dark, insecure thoughts. He wasn't good enough.
But then, a spark of his relentless determination flared up against the gloom.
He lifted his head, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, fierce resolve. No. He couldn't just give up. He hadn't shown them his true appeal. If he could prove to that student just how dependable, charming, and perfect he could be in real life, he could win them over.
Slapping his cheeks with both hands, he forced the depressing thoughts away.
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The next morning, Tamon initiated his new strategy. Whenever you were around, he went out of his way to be exceptionally helpful, charming, and attentive. He’d hand you extra printouts before the teacher could pass them down, offer a dazzling smile whenever you crossed paths, and treat you with a level of exclusivity that was impossible to ignore.
You and your friend sat at your desk during a morning break, completely bewildered by his sudden appearance. He had just smoothly glided over to hand you a pristine, limited-edition promotional notebook from the crew's stash.
"For your studies," he said "A student as dedicated as you deserves the best."
Your friend looked between you and Tamon, their eyes wide with confusion, having absolutely no idea why such idol was suddenly acting so friendly toward you.
You, however, were desperately trying to rationalize the situation. There's no way this is real, you thought. It has to be for the show.
"Fukuhara-san.." you asked directly, "Is this part of the script? Are you guys recording a hidden camera segment or a 'school route' promotional video right now?"
He nonchalantly brushed off the question with a perfect, smooth chuckle. "My duty is simply to bring joy to the students hosting us. Think of it as a natural extension of our gratitude."
To your friend and everyone else watching, he was just being his usual, incredibly generous self. You sighed internally, accepting the explanation. If it was for the script, you just had to play along and not make a scene.
By lunchtime, the crew had cleared out to set up for an afternoon shoot, giving the students some peace. You sat at your desk, finally letting your guard down. More importantly, your phone buzzed with a glorious notification:
[STAMINA FULLY RESTORED]
You immediately opened the game, determined to finally blast through the new Chapter and lock in the choices required to get to Ouri’s exclusive romantic ending. Your fingers tapped rapidly across the screen, carefully navigating the dialogue trees to maximize Ouri's affinity points.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over your desk.
Before you could lock your screen, a tall figure slid effortlessly into the empty chair next to you. It was Tamon. He leaned in, his shoulder nearly brushing yours, his eyes instantly locking onto the vibrant game interface displaying Ouri's face.
"Ah, the game we're promoting" Tamon murmured smoothly, his confident voice sending a jolt of panic through you. He reached out a long, elegant finger, hovering it directly over the screen. "You know, this option right here... yields a much more rewarding path. Let's pick this one."
Your eyes darted from his finger to the screen. If he pressed that option, it would completely interrupt the precise sequence of choices you needed. A wave of slight annoyance washed over you. You were a dedicated fan, but a gamer's boundary was sacred.
"Actually, Fukuhara-san," you said as you quickly tilted the phone out of his reach. "I'm already locked into a very specific playthrough. I'd really rather make the choices myself."
Tamon's finger hovered in the air, his confident smile faltering for a microsecond before snapping back into place.
You quickly gathered your phone, notebook, and lunch bag. "I think I'm going to eat up on the rooftop today. Excuse me."
Without waiting for a reply, you stood up and walked away, leaving the pink-haired idol sitting entirely alone at your desk.
Tamon watched your retreating back, his hand slowly dropping back to his side. The confident smirk remained plastered on his face for the benefit of any onlookers, but internally, the image of Ouri's high-affinity profile was burning a hole in his mind. He had tried his absolute best, and you had still chosen to walk away to protect your fictional route with someone else. His confident persona was holding on by a thread.
The next day, the school cafeteria was an absolute war zone. Due to a filming delay, the F/ACE members had been cut loose for lunch late, and by the time Tamon practically ran down the corridor toward the cafeteria, the shelves were completely bare.
He stood there, staring blankly at the empty display cases, a rare flicker of genuine exhaustion crossing his face.
"Fukuhara-san."
Tamon spun around, his idol smile instantly clicking into place. It was you. You were holding a pristine, unopened package of melon pan from the bakery corner.
"The line was crazy today, but I grabbed an extra one." you said, holding the bread out to him. You couldn't help but feel a little bad seeing him looking so hungry. "You can have it if you want."
Tamon’s eyes widened, looking at the bread as if it were a holy relic. "You're truly a savior." He took it, his fingers brushing yours for a brief second. Seizing the opportunity, he tilted his head with a charming grin. "Since we keep crossing paths, I should properly introduce myself. I'm- "
"I know who you are." You giggled. "I'm Y/N L/N." you replied, giving your name simply.
"I know." He murmured.
"What did you say?"
"Y/N, a beautiful name."
Of course, Tamon already knew every bit of information he needed. The moment you had flashed your phone screen to the camera crew the day before, he had instantly replayed that take over and over to find your Player ID stamped in the top corner of your game profile. From there, it had been laughably easy to cross-reference the data, uncover your public fan account handles, and figure out your basic student details. He knew you, but he played the part of the clueless one flawlessly.
Before he could speak further, the heavy bell echoed through the halls.
"I have to get back," you said, "Enjoy the bread. Goodbye, Fukuhara-san."
Tamon watched you go, taking a bite of the sweet melon pan. A new, stubborn spark of hope lit up inside him.
Fans switched biases all the time. It was a well-known phenomenon in the idol industry. Someone would join the fandom completely dedicated to one member, only to get wrecked by another member's real-life charms and stay for them instead. If he just showed you enough of his absolute best self, eventually, you would switch to his lane. It was just a matter of time.
From that day on, Tamon became a constant, dazzling fixture in your peripheral vision. He would show up here and there, strategically catching your attention.
Eventually, he escalated his tactics, using the ultimate, un-rejectable excuse: professional duty.
"Y/N," he called out one afternoon, catching you just as you were about to pack up your desk. He looked striking, holding a script folder to his chest. "The director wants me to refine my lines and expressions for the upcoming episode. Since you're a student here, your objective opinion would be invaluable. Could you stay and help me practice?"
You bit your lip, looking at the script. As a fan of the group, it was hard to say no to a direct request for help, so you reluctantly agreed.
"That... that was good. Very convincing." you stammered, checking the clock.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the classroom in deep oranges and purples, Tamon closed his folder with a satisfied smile. "It's getting late. Let me walk you to your house, Y/N."
Walking home with a top-tier idol? In broad daylight? In this neighborhood?
If a single camera caught a picture of you walking down the street next to Tamon Fukuhara, the internet would explode. The rumors of an idol dating a student would ruin his reputation, and your quiet, peaceful life of keeping your distance would be permanently incinerated by angry fan forums. Unless it was absolutely, life-or-death urgent, staying completely out of idol rumors was your number one priority.
"Thank you, but that's really not necessary!" you said, packing your things at lightning speed. You looked around the hallway and spotted a male student from the track team who was just finishing up his club duties.
"Hey, Tanaka!" you called out loudly, waving the track student over. "Are you heading toward the station? Fukuhara-san here needs to make sure someone walks safely in that direction! Mind if he walks with you?"
"Huh? Oh, sure, I don't mind." the track student said, scratching his head, completely starstruck to suddenly be in Tamon's presence.
You turned back to Tamon, offering a completely innocent smile. "There you go! Tanaka is way faster and knows the shortcut. Have a safe trip, Fukuhara-san!"
Before Tamon could even process the sudden intervention, you slipped past him, darting down the stairs and out of the school building before he could utter a single word of protest.
He had laid out the perfect, romantic after-school scenario, and you had literally substituted him with a random high school boy just to maintain your distance. The fortress around your Ouri-biased heart was proving to be completely bulletproof.
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