In front of the stage, he was Kunikuzushi, an idol. Singing, dancing, wearing a bright smile and a soft, sweet personality that easily captured the hearts of his fans. He was a member of ANEMO BOYS, one of the hottest idol groups around.

And you? You were, of course, a huge fan of Kunikuzushi. How could you not be? Outside the spotlight, though, Kunikuzushi was Scaramouche, your grouchy and arrogant boyfriend. The contrast was stark, and yet, it was something you couldn’t help but love.

You’d bought his merchandise, of course. Posters of him and the other members, photo cards, even the limited-edition lightstick that fans waved during their performances. You had it all. And right now, you were setting up one of the posters in your room, fully aware of the intense glare Scaramouche was shooting at you from behind.

“What the hell are you doing?” He muttered, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. He watched as you carefully smoothed out the poster of Kunikuzushi—the idol version of him—on your wall.

"Just putting up some decorations." You replied nonchalantly,you knew how much this clearly bothered him.

“Decorations? Really?” Scaramouche scoffed, narrowing his eyes. “You’re seriously buying this crap?”