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 ‘childhood sweethearts’, 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 wouldn’t 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. “(Name)! We need those muffins, like, ten minutes ago!” 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 couldn’t line up a name with. It happened to a lot of famous people, and it wouldn’t 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 ‘Closed’ 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 wasn’t 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. “Who’s the lady you’re thinkin’ about?” A sultry voice sounded out, echoing a bit. Of course, the voice wasn’t actually echoing...it was just in Otoya’s head, it was because of how far gone he really was. The redhead’s cheeks flushed a light pink, and he shook his head and hands around frantically, “N-no one!” Ah, an innocent façade 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. “Ah, I don’t believe you, red.” Ren chuckled a bit, peering into Otoya’s ruby red eyes. Otoya’s eyes held fake panic. “I wasn’t thinking about anyone!” He cried childishly, then closing his eyes and covering his face. “I’m only kidding of course, I know you wouldn’t lie.” 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 wasn’t 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, Otoya’s impulses were getting worse by the second. He just needed to see you in order to level himself. In order to keep his façade 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 he’s always felt. Tell you how it’s been since you two parted ways. Oh, how he was prepared to tell you every thought on his mind, how he hoped you didn’t 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 wasn’t fake, it was real... a warm feeling bubbled in the bottom of his tummy... What was this feeling? He couldn’t possibly be nervous, and he wasn’t 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, “It’s you! It’s you!” You were shocked that he even remembered your face. Otoya chuckled, “Yes, it’s me.” He takes a deep breath and hugs you back. Now that he had you in his grasp... he wasn’t ever going to let go.
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