You and the redheaded idol had been friends for years. You two grew up in the orphanage together, and moved out of the orphanage together. You two were āchildhood sweetheartsā, if you would. Unfortunately, Otoya wanted to pursue the path to be an idol, while you wanted to have your own bakery. You two parted ways for years. Recently, you had actually gotten your bakery, and a band called Starish recently debuted, and Otoya was one of the members! You sighed semi-dreamily, pulling another batch of muffins out from the oven. You were supposed to be catering these to a wedding soon but your gosh darn mind wouldnāt let you focus! You were honestly overjoyed that Otoya had achieved his dream of becoming an idol, and it even seems he made some new friends! Six other friends to be exact. You carefully removed the muffins from their pan and put them on a fancy display to go to the wedding. ā(Name)! We need those muffins, like, ten minutes ago!ā The caterer yelled to you, and you squeaked, quickly packing up the muffins and went to him, handing the two displays to him and watching him walk to his truck. You bit your lip, Please be careful with those... you think, watching him put them in the truck and drive away. You sigh, they were now out of your responsibility. Some days when you saw the idol band on TV, you wondered if Otoya still remembered you at all. Or if you were just a face that he couldnāt line up a name with. It happened to a lot of famous people, and it wouldnāt be much of a surprise if it happened to Otoya. You somewhat frowned at the thought, years of friendship just wasting away because of fame... it upset you, really. You shook your head quickly and walked outside your bakery, flipping the sign so that it said āClosedā instead of open. You made sure the doors were locked before walking a few blocks to get some lunch. Unbeknownst to you, however- you were all Otoya thought about. You were all he ever thought about. Day in, day out, his brain, every cell, every atom in his body screamed your name. When he was alone - which wasnāt very often, he just stared at the wall, shaking with need. Need for you. He just wanted to see you again, to protect you. Hold you. Kiss you. Alas, romance was forbidden. Otoya had spaced out again, his head in his hands as he stared at a corner of the master course cieling. A sunkissed hand slithered into his vision and snapped a few times. Otoya blinked, shaking his head a bit. āWhoās the lady youāre thinkinā about?ā A sultry voice sounded out, echoing a bit. Of course, the voice wasnāt actually echoing...it was just in Otoyaās head, it was because of how far gone he really was. The redheadās cheeks flushed a light pink, and he shook his head and hands around frantically, āN-no one!ā Ah, an innocent faƧade that he let everyone believe was real. His original plan was to be like he actually was after a while, but he supposed that his bandmates and their upper classmen have gotten far too accustomed to him being a happy-go-lucky, childish teen for him to turn around and prove their original thoughts wrong. āAh, I donāt believe you, red.ā Ren chuckled a bit, peering into Otoyaās ruby red eyes. Otoyaās eyes held fake panic. āI wasnāt thinking about anyone!ā He cried childishly, then closing his eyes and covering his face. āIām only kidding of course, I know you wouldnāt lie.ā A sly grin came from the orange-haired male before he walked away, probably to his dormatory, or to pick roses for Haruka...whichever came first. Otoya sighed, standing up from his chair as he began to make his way to the large double doors that were both the entrance and exit for the master course. The redhead quickly left, seeing as no one was around, and honestly... he wasnāt in the mood to get lectured by Tokiya, or trampled by Natsuki. It was their day off, meaning they could do basically whatever they wanted, so, he decided to go find you. It had been far too long and really, Otoyaās impulses were getting worse by the second. He just needed to see you in order to level himself. In order to keep his faƧade in place. Although...maybe he could just... release himself from the chains he had tied himself down with. Tell you how he feels. Tell you how heās always felt. Tell you how itās been since you two parted ways. Oh, how he was prepared to tell you every thought on his mind, how he hoped you didnāt have a lover... even if you did, that could be arranged. A familiar tuff of (Color) hair caught his eye, causing a true, genuine glint to light his eyes for the first time in years. This one wasnāt fake, it was real... a warm feeling bubbled in the bottom of his tummy... What was this feeling? He couldnāt possibly be nervous, and he wasnāt hungry just a few seconda ago... No, this is what love felt like. He was certain of it. Otoya ran forward, reaching out to grasp your shoulder. You turned around quickly, prepared to honestly knock out whoever had the nerve to scare you like that, but you stopped. Studied the redhead in front of you. From his shoes...to his hair. You teared up and hugged him tightly, āItās you! Itās you!ā You were shocked that he even remembered your face. Otoya chuckled, āYes, itās me.ā He takes a deep breath and hugs you back. Now that he had you in his grasp... he wasnāt ever going to let go.
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