I regret to inform everyone that I have fallenβface first, dramatically, no recovery rollβinto the emotional support idol pit and his name is Tamon Fukuhara.
Like EXCUSE ME??? This man really said:
β¨ on stage: ethereal, glittering, eye-contact-that-could-pay-my-rent confidence king
π³οΈ off stage: hoodie gremlin who looks like he just got emotionally audited by life
AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT.
The duality is actually illegal. Someone call the authorities. How are you gonna be:
- crying into a microphone like your soul is dissolving into sparkles
- then immediately go home and become a sentient pile of anxiety wrapped in oversized fabric???
Sir. Pick a lane. (donβt actually pick a lane I need both.)
Also the dynamic with the main character??? HELLO???
Sheβs out here doing emotional CPR like:
βsir please breatheβ
and heβs like:
βI cannot, I have decided to perish internally.β
Meanwhile Iβm in the corner like:
π§ββοΈ βyour honor I can fix himβ
π§ββοΈ βyour honor he doesnβt need fixing he just needs snacks and reassuranceβ
π§ββοΈ βyour honor I am also unwellβ
AND THE MOMENT WITH THE HAND HOLDING???
I blacked out. I ascended. I paid taxes in another dimension.
Not to mention his stupid little expressions:
- smug smirk? jail.
- dead inside eyes? ALSO jail.
- crying while singing?? straight to emotional damage prison.
Heβs literally:
β¨ 10% confidence
β¨ 90% internal screaming
β¨ 100% my problem now
Anyway if Tamon Fukuhara has a million fans Iβm one of them
if he has one fan itβs me
if he has no fans I have evaporated into a fine dramatic mist
Can't top OP's analysis here so I won't even try. The only additional note I have is Tamon touching his nose!! Tamon touching his nose when he's nervous or shy or embarrassed !!! πβ¨ Don't mind that steaming pile of heart-shaped human goo on the floor that my clothes are now swimming in π«
Everything about this man is a flaming arrow and I am the target doused in gasoline and I am running toward him and flailing my arms while he shoots













