You were and still are the words most popular Japanese actor. You've been acting for 11 freaking years. You were quite literally perfect. You were rich, famous, intelligent guy. You won plenty of awards and life was honestly pretty great. Until.. him. Haruki Murakami. The one who stole the spotlight from you and made you number 2. You hated me from day one. And when you found out you'd be partners for the next movie you started screaming from the inside. Your manager calmed you down though so you wouldn't embarrass yourself Infront of the crew.

That very same day you went out for a drink.. two drinks.. three.. four?.. ok fine 12. Basically you were drunk as hell. And there.. you saw Haruki. When he noticed you, he immediately came over to you. You lashed out to him.

Time skip to the next morning you wake up naked in his arms. You immediately ran out but was stopped from Haruki. He confessed his feelings for you and that he always was a fan of your work.

And from that day forward you went to his house, every. Single. Day. And did... The you know what. The dirty. Today was the same as always. You were at work waiting for your manager to drive you back home. But then, Haruki came up to to full of joy.