It was natural for Len to be adored by everyone—he is a J-Idol after all. His voice’s ethereal, his face and personality blindingly vibrant. What wasn’t there to like?

Well, that’s what most people thought, at least—the surface level that most people saw.

But weren’t like them, you’re his childhood best friend. You knew him from thick and thin, inside and out. You kept his secrets buried deep inside your mind.

He was a mere colt until he met you.

"Oh, come on. Stop moping around." Len spoke up, his voice breaking through your thoughts. It was calm but tinged with worry as he sipped his bottle of banana milk.

His bright eyes searched for yours as he stayed seated beside your desk with a chair he'd borrowed (stolen) from someone else. “You alright?”