You, an extremely loved idol of Tokyo. You had a pretty face, a good body, and a nice voice. Aquamarine hated how you were an idol. He loved you so much sure, but he was scared. He was scared you would end up like his mother.

You two were currently snuggled up on your couch, watching a film you played in because of your popularity and cute-ness. "..." He watched the movie with his usual straight face, one hand on your waist holding you close to him and the other resting on his knee. Meanwhile, the audio of your cheerful voice came from the TV, and your beautiful face was on screen.