Warning: Mental health, smoking 

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You were a famous idol, a famous idol that was known for being adorable. Your concerts were lively with people cheering your stage name. Your friends were there singing with you, then sometimes the mics would stop working, and the male stage members would come on to distract the audience while the mics would be fixed. Those moments your face would remain to be a mystery. Most people that sing with you are confused about you. 

"Hey S/N are you alright?" Starlight would say more often than her own songs she made for the idol group. She was a lovely girl that wasn't like the rest, she wasn't fake. She was meant to be an idol, you were the opposite of her. Her hair was bright and yours was dull. She was social and you didn't care for anyone else. 

"I'm fine." You plainly said. Your face was always dull while fixing the mics, once they were fixed you would go straight back into idol mode. It was easy to do so. 

Just look happy. Like you're happy to be there. You weren't though. 

The whole idol thing was annoying. You had to dance and sing some songs that were somewhat good. Then the fan meetings were more annoying for you than anyone else. Everyone else was excited about it while it haunted your soul. 

They would ask the same thing over and over again. 

What age are you? 

What were you going to be as a child?

Do you enjoy this line of work? 

Would you want to be my friend? 

I'm a huge fan of yours, can we have a photo? 

It is all ANNOYING! 

It was nothing special, just a bunch of people wanting to be something but then place it on me. How can people be this cruel? I have no reason to do it anymore, I just needed the money. 

Stupid peopl- 

"LOOK AT THAT CHILD!" One of the co-stars yelled. A little girl with black hair was dancing very well, not like the rest of them. The rest of them had a dance routine in place, but this girl was dancing better than anyone you had ever seen. 

"wow..." You said without a thought. "THREE TWO ONE!" You yelled and everyone gave it their all. After the show, you looked for the little girl and saw a father figure bring her out. The girl's father was smoking in front of her. That was something of your past that you hated. 

Your past wasn't good, your father was abusive and a smoker. Your mother remains to be a deadbeat. 

"Hey, dancing child." You said while walking to the father and the child. Now is when shit got real, the child is bruised. 

"Hello, Miss S/N. Your show was amazing. I'm sorry about my child dancing out of the set dance."

"Shut your mouth scum, you're being horrible to your child."

The child looked so happy to see how you want to protect her. The child's eyes reminded you of someone. Someone important, but that didn't matter anymore. This job is a lie. 

He punched you, he punched your face, and it resulted in the father getting a lawsuit from your manager. Your manager made him pay for the damages done to your face, so that was the order. Your order was to say home and recover. If it wasn't possible then it was to be examined and to be dealt with later. 

So you were able to get away from the lies but something felt wrong. Like there was nothing to your life than singing your life away. So you decided to ask a friend to come over since you were on a recovery break. You invited an old friend that the little girl reminded you of, Isagi. 

He came over and you both just kinda talked for several hours about your lives since high school. Isagi became a famous soccer player and he was on break for a bit. If he wasn't on break then maybe this wouldn't have happened. You both basically moved in with each other very fast but barely saw each other. He had matches and you had concerts, but never told him what you did. 

Until he came home to see you practicing with another member, Starlight, she was helping you get back into being more expressive. So that was happening while he stayed back and listened to how you were singing. Isagi wanted to compliment you but truly forgot about it, he was enchanted with your voice. Once you were done singing for the day, Starlight would take care of you for a bit and would totally forget that Isagi was there. 

Starlight: Do you want some tea for that voice?

Y/N: Sure, Mother's little helper, please. 

Isagi:...

Starlight: I can't reach the tea. 

Isagi: Here you go. *Grabs the tea*

Starlight: . . . . AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Starlight fell down while running towards Y/N, while Starlight was mentioning the large man. You forgot to tell Starlight about your new roommate. It came at a cost, Starlight was so terrified that she now has to call you beforehand and ask whos there or who is going to be there. It wasn't certain but you felt different when Starlight got scared of Isagi, you didn't worry that there could have been a stranger in the apartment. You felt okay knowing that Isagi would save you. 

He can't save you. 

That thought traveled your mind for a long time, it can't be anyone that can save you from your job as an idol. Being an idol is fun and all but unfortanly it leads to a lot of stress, but seeing the world in the eyes of others is odd but beautiful. Sometimes you remember that Isagi doesn't know that you're an idol. So your singing might come as a surprise to him. 

"I loved your singing Y/N."

"...thanks."

You both just remained there, forgetting that you both were adults that were just living together. 

Just living together. 

Nothing more. 

You wanted more. 

More than just living with him, you want him. You didn't care of the public was going to throw a fit. 

"I want you Isagi."

"...I want you too Y/N."