Trepidation:

Noun.
A feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.

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Jeremy Zucker - "Comethru"

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Kuma took a few deep breaths as the music began to die down. The end of the concert was nearing. He glanced to the side of the stage; the area that was out the fan's view. Sozen and Reizo stood there. Kuma turned away from the hundreds of people watching and faced the back of the stage. Sozen rushed out onto the stage and draped the guitar's strap over his shoulder. After taking a sip of water, Kuma turned back to the crowd. "How are you guys doing tonight?" Kuma asked. The crowd cheered and shouted. "Right... As if I'd understand any part of that," he chuckled. Kuma glanced at Sozen who was adjusting the microphone in front of the guitar. 

"I'm here for moral support," Sozen spoke into the microphone that was beside the guitar. He leaned down awkwardly in order to actually be heard. 

"And to play music," Kuma answered and shrugged. "But, you're right. Moral support is more important than music during a concert," Kuma responded sarcastically. Sozen nodded vigorously. 

"Yup, that's right, sweetcheeks," Sozen replied and leaned down again. Kuma scoffed and began laughing. 

"Do not call me that, Sozen," Kuma said and playfully narrowed his eyes at the blonde. 

"Right, I can't flirt with you anymore. You have a boyfriend," Sozen chuckled into the mic and glanced between the crowd and Kuma. 

"Damn right, I do," Kuma answered with a proud grin. Once he remembered where they were, he added, "Anyway, as I was going to say before I was sidetracked..." Kuma cleared his throat and scanned the crowd for Kaoru's eyes. Kaoru reassuring smiled and nodded back at him. 

"I wanted to say a quick apology for everyone that knows me, and I mean the real me... not Kuma," Kem spoke in a gentle tone. "I hope you all understand why I lied those many times I was accused of being Kuma," he added. Kem backed away from the microphone and pulled his hoodie off. The crowd was silent for a split second, then they collectively realized what was going on. Kuma unzipped the hoodie and threw it onto a nearby stool. He pulled the hair net and wig off at the same time. 

When Kuma turned back around, he was no longer wearing his wig, jacket, or face mask. He hesitantly smiled at the rowdy crowd. Kem glanced at Sozen, who was watching Kem with a wide grin. "Hey, there cutie. Welcome to the group," Sozen into the mic. 

"Shut up, Sozen," Kem said and narrowed his eyes at the blonde for a second. Kem turned back to the crowd and ran his fingers through his hair. "Anyway," Kem nervously chuckled. "Hi, my name is Kemuri Fujioka. I'm sixteen years old, and I go to Ouran Academy. Yeah, I'm Kuma." The crowd screamed and shouted things, none of which was understood by Kem. "I guess we should do the last song of the night now," he muttered. 

As Sozen began strumming, Kem turned his gaze away from the crowd. He did his best to keep his full attention on the music being played. Without the coverage of his mask, he found himself feeling way more vulnerable. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't nervous. 

"Now I'm shaking, drinking all this coffee. These last few weeks have been exhausting. I'm lost in my imagination, and there's one thing that I need from you: Can you come through, through," Kem sang into the microphone in front of him. Many of the people sitting in the crowd recorded and watched the performance in awe.

As Kemuri continued singing, he mostly kept his eyes away from the crowd in front of him. He didn't think he'd react this way. With hundreds of pairs of eyes watching the real him for the first time, he was trembling slightly, and his palms were somewhat sweaty. 

With the final line of lyrics sung, he stepped away from the microphone in front of him and watched the people in front of him cheer for a second. The grin on his face never faded. Kem stepped forward again and spoke into the mic, "Thanks for coming, everyone!" The curtain began to drop, and he could see the hosts stand up and walk towards the backstage entrance. 

"You did it, Kem. You really did," Sozen said and patted his shoulder. Once the curtain was completely closed, two guys approached them. 

"Hey, we're-" the shorter one began, but Kem cut him off. 

"You're Syndicate, the opening band, I know," Kem nodded. "I know who you guys are: Ryosei and Shunji." 

"R-Right," the shorter nodded. "Can-can we have a picture with you?" Kemuri nodded and smiled at both guys. After Sozen took the picture, Shunji, the shorter of the two hugged him impulsively. 

"Oh, uh," Kem muttered then awkwardly patted his shoulder. "You know, you guys could've come talk to me earlier, right?" 

"Sorry, he's a big fan, and he's really nervous," Ryosei said and patted his bandmate's shoulder. The host walked onto the stage. Hikaru and Tamaki looked around with excited expressions, and Kaoru instantly approached the musicians. 

"Well, it was nice finally talking to you guys, but I should get going soon. I have school tomorrow," Kemuri told the two. "Maybe we can hang out sometime again," he added. Syndicate walked off the stage. 

Kaoru glanced between the three of them; specifically, Shunji and Kemuri. He told himself he wouldn't be jealous after the concert ended, but that's the first thing he did. Kaoru ignored the feelings as he reached out and held onto Kem's hand. "How are you feeling?" The ginger stared at him with a soft smile. 

"Honestly? I'm panicking," Kem answered and let out a shaky breath. He pulled Kaoru into his chest and rested his head on his shoulder. 

"You were so good, though," Kaoru whispered and pecked the nape of his neck. 

"That's what she said," Kemuri whispered back and began chuckling softly. Kaoru rolled his eyes but smirked anyway. "Thank you for supporting me and everything," he added and slowly pulled away from the ginger. 

"Of course, I will, Muri-kun," Kaoru said with smirked at the nickname. He knew it bothered Kem because it somewhat bothered him too. They both thought it sounded sort of... ugly? "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Kaoru asked this already knowing the answer. 

The younger Hitachiin twin had been a fan of Kuma's for a long time-- longer than his twin brother. Because he knows a lot about Kuma, and because he became infatuated with Kemuri quickly made him able to understand Kemuri's emotions and reactions towards things. Kaoru knew Kem would be a nervous wreck until Monday morning, and he wanted to be there to help keep him calm.

"Nervous, that's all," Kem answered shortly. "I'm scared, Kaoru. What if people at school don't want to be around me anymore because of this?" 

"I doubt they're going to react like that," Kaoru comforted. He pulled his phone out and searched the trending hashtag: # KumaArita. "See! Look!" Kaoru said and showed him a few of the positive posts that appeared.  "People at school aren't going to avoid you, got that?" Kem smiled softly at the ginger and nodded. 

"Are you two done having your little conversation? The rest of us want to leave," Hikaru interrupted. Kem rolled his eyes and intertwined his fingers with Kaoru's. 

"Let's go, Babe," Kem mumbled and began to lead him in the direction the hosts walked in. 

Wc 1272

My dad is always telling me that I need to work out and watch what I eat because I need to be healthy. I don't really feel care about my appearance until he says those things. When he does, I feel like shit. Is what he doing wrong or am I just too sensitive?

He legit just told me that if I don't "respect my body then no boys will respect my body". He doesn't know I'm a lesbian.