#tamon x reader

A pop-up appeared immediately.

[Not enough coins]

"Yeah, I noticed."

With a sigh, you tossed your phone beside your pillow.

The reason you'd even downloaded the game in the first place was because F/ACE had been promoting it nonstop lately. The limited-time Otome collab event had hit a hard paywall. You were trying to unlock the exclusive Chapter 4 story route, but your resources were completely bone-dry.

As a dedicated fan, it hurts, but as a student with a budget, you had to stay strong. Your only consolation was that your ultimate bias, Ouri Sakaguchi, looked breathtakingly pretty on the game’s loading screen.

---

The next day at school started out completely normal. You weren't anyone special, just a standard, background-character student who got decent grades and blended seamlessly into the crowds. Which made the sudden explosion of screams near the school gates completely jarring.

"Wait, is that really them?!" "Oh my god, it's F/ACE!"

You blinked, adjusting your school bag as the crowd surged forward. Standing in the center of the courtyard, flanked by cameras, managers, and a sea of screeching students, were the members of F/ACE. They were filming a promotional segment for their new variety show right at your school.

Your heart did a violent flip when you spotted Ouri. Beside him, Tamon Fukuhara stood tall, radiating his signature, blinding prince-like confidence.

Despite being a massive fan, you knew your place. You had no intention of inserting yourself into their idol world. But the universe, apparently, had other plans.

--

By the afternoon, the production crew had taken over the hallway just outside your classroom to shoot a quick transition scene. The students had been cleared out of the immediate zone, but because you had been delayed cleaning up your desk, you found yourself walking right into the perimeter just as the director called a brief pause.

"Ah, the next scene requires us to choose between the two paths."

You leaned against the wall, waiting for a safe moment to slip past, when Tamon suddenly turned his head. His eyes locked right onto yours. For a lingering moment, he just stared at you.

Your brain short-circuited.

That exact look. That specific, unblinking eye contact paired with his sharp, flawless posture. It was almost verbatim to the static, high-affinity character illustration that had flashed on your screen in the Otome game last night right before you ran out of stamina.

You shook your head, dismissing it. Get a grip. You’re just sleep-deprived from gaming.

But the eerie sense of deja vu refused to leave.

"Alright, resetting for the hallway walking shot! Clear the center!" the staff shouted.

The members took their positions. Tamon was in full-blown "Perfect Idol" mode, shoulders back, eyes sparkling with effortless charisma. Ouri was right beside him, looking impossibly cool.

That's when a school hygiene staff member, rushing down the intersecting hallway with a heavy utility cart, completely misjudged the corner. A rogue wheel hit the edge of a locker base, causing the staff member to trip violently.

The cart lurched. A large plastic bucket filled to the brim with dirty, grey mopping water launched into the air, flying in a direct, terrifying arc.

And it was heading straight for Ouri.

If it hit him, his uniform would be ruined, the entire shoot would be delayed, and your absolute favorite person on earth would be soaked in mopping water. Your body moved entirely on instinct, completely bypassing your brain's protocol to "stay invisible."

You lunged forward, throwing yourself into the trajectory of the splash to shield Ouri.

Clang! Splat!

The water collided heavily with your back and shoulders. The cold, damp fabric immediately clung to your skin as the water splattered across the floor. You winced, shutting your eyes tightly, bracing for the impact of the bucket itself.

But the heavy thud never came.

Instead, a pair of arms grabbed your shoulders, steadying you. You opened your eyes, expecting to look up into the face of your bias, Ouri.

Instead, you were looking directly into the wide, stunned eyes of Tamon.

Because of the angle of your sudden jump, you had accidentally thrown yourself right in front of Tamon's space as well. From his perspective, you hadn't jumped to save the black-haired next to him, you had leaped blindly through the air to shield him from getting wet.

"Are you okay?!" Tamon asked, his confident idol persona slipping into genuine, frantic concern for a split second before his flawless smile snapped back into place to calm the gathering crowd. He looked down at your soaked uniform, then at your face, his eyes softening into something deeply profound.

Behind him, Ouri blinked, looking slightly confused but offering you a sympathetic smile. "Wow, that was a close one. Thanks for the save."

You stood there, soaking wet, shivering slightly, and utterly speechless.

--

You couldn't even remember how you got home after all that mess. All you knew was that today, your survival strategy was simple: complete and total avoidance.

Unfortunately, Tamon Fukuhara was making that incredibly difficult.

Every single time you had a free period or a break between classes, he seemed to materialize. You’d go to fill up your water bottle, and his pink hair would flash at the end of the corridor. You'd step out toward the courtyard, and he’d be standing there, his eyes instantly scanning the crowd as if searching for a familiar face. You spent the entire morning ducking behind lockers and taking the long way around the building just to keep your distance.

By lunchtime, the crew was filming a duo shot featuring Tamon and Keito. They were positioned near the school’s vending machines, delivering their lines with absolute perfection. You figured this was the safest time to finally grab a drink, assuming Tamon would be too occupied by the cameras to notice you.

You slipped past the edge of the crew's setup, heading toward a smaller courtyard.

"Here."

A smooth, cheerful voice cut through your thoughts. You blinked, turning to see Ouri. Before you could process his presence, he lightly tossed a small, chilled carton of strawberry milk toward you. Your hands flew up, catching it purely on instinct.

"Thank you for yesterday," Ouri said, "You took a pretty nasty hit from that bucket so I wouldn't have to."

Your heart did a violent, happy somersault. You looked down at the milk carton, a genuine, uncontainable smile spreading across your face. For a moment, you were completely, purely happy. You were interacting with your actual bias, and he was giving you a gift.

What you didn’t notice, however, was the sudden, sharp break in the scene being filmed just twenty yards away.

Tamon, mid-sentence with Keito, had frozen. His eyes had trailed over Keito’s shoulder, locking directly onto the image of you smiling so brightly at Ouri. A sense of jealousy arose so quickly it caught him off guard.

"Cut! Tamon, focus! Let's reset!" the director called out.

Tamon forced his perfect idol persona back into place, but his eyes never truly left you.

By the end of the day, the school bell finally rang, and you practically sprinted out of the classroom to head home. You were almost past the school gates, breathing a sigh of relief that you had survived the day, when a camera crew suddenly blocked your path.

A bubbly variety show host thrust a microphone toward you, flanked by a few F/ACE members who were watching from just a few feet away.

"And let's ask a random student on their way home!" the host cheered into the camera. "We're doing a quick Q&A for the new show! If you played the new F/ACE Otome game, who would you choose as your main love interest? Who is your ultimate bias?"

You tried to look for an escape route, but the camera was already rolling.

"Uh..." you stammered, pulling out your phone to just show them the app and get it over with. You tapped the screen, unlocking it.

There, across the display in high-definition, maximum-affinity glory, was the fully unlocked, heavily customized, romantic profile of Ouri Sakaguchi. Hearts and sparkling special-event graphics surrounded his character's digital face. It was undeniably, glaringly obvious who your main love interest was.

"Oh! It’s Ouri!" the host laughed, pointing the microphone toward the young idol, who cheered playfully in the background.

You offered a weak, embarrassed nod, quickly locking your phone and shoving it into your bag before rushing past the crew.

But as you hurried away, you caught sight of Tamon. The perfect, confident smile had completely vanished from his face. He stared at the spot where your phone screen had just been glowing, looking as if something integral inside him had just silently, violently shattered.

You weren't his most devoted fan. You were an Ouri stan.

----

Behind the closed doors of the waiting room, the blinding, radiant Tamon Fukuhara was nowhere to be found.

Instead, he was slumped forward on a couch, his head in his hands, surrounded by a heavy, almost visible aura of absolute despair. The revelation from the school gates kept playing on a loop in his mind.

An Ouri stan...

It felt like a physical blow. The one who had flawlessly thrown themself into the trajectory of a flying water bucket, the one who had selflessly sacrificed their own uniform to protect his, didn't actually look at him that way. The sheer gravity of the misunderstanding crushed him, sending him crashing down into his dark, insecure thoughts. He wasn't good enough.

But then, a spark of his relentless determination flared up against the gloom.

He lifted his head, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, fierce resolve. No. He couldn't just give up. He hadn't shown them his true appeal. If he could prove to that student just how dependable, charming, and perfect he could be in real life, he could win them over.

Slapping his cheeks with both hands, he forced the depressing thoughts away.

--

The next morning, Tamon initiated his new strategy. Whenever you were around, he went out of his way to be exceptionally helpful, charming, and attentive. He’d hand you extra printouts before the teacher could pass them down, offer a dazzling smile whenever you crossed paths, and treat you with a level of exclusivity that was impossible to ignore.

You and your friend sat at your desk during a morning break, completely bewildered by his sudden appearance. He had just smoothly glided over to hand you a pristine, limited-edition promotional notebook from the crew's stash.

"For your studies," he said "A student as dedicated as you deserves the best."

Your friend looked between you and Tamon, their eyes wide with confusion, having absolutely no idea why such idol was suddenly acting so friendly toward you.

You, however, were desperately trying to rationalize the situation. There's no way this is real, you thought. It has to be for the show.

"Fukuhara-san.." you asked directly, "Is this part of the script? Are you guys recording a hidden camera segment or a 'school route' promotional video right now?"

He nonchalantly brushed off the question with a perfect, smooth chuckle. "My duty is simply to bring joy to the students hosting us. Think of it as a natural extension of our gratitude."

To your friend and everyone else watching, he was just being his usual, incredibly generous self. You sighed internally, accepting the explanation. If it was for the script, you just had to play along and not make a scene.

By lunchtime, the crew had cleared out to set up for an afternoon shoot, giving the students some peace. You sat at your desk, finally letting your guard down. More importantly, your phone buzzed with a glorious notification:

[STAMINA FULLY RESTORED]

You immediately opened the game, determined to finally blast through the new Chapter and lock in the choices required to get to Ouri’s exclusive romantic ending. Your fingers tapped rapidly across the screen, carefully navigating the dialogue trees to maximize Ouri's affinity points.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over your desk.

Before you could lock your screen, a tall figure slid effortlessly into the empty chair next to you. It was Tamon. He leaned in, his shoulder nearly brushing yours, his eyes instantly locking onto the vibrant game interface displaying Ouri's face.

"Ah, the game we're promoting" Tamon murmured smoothly, his confident voice sending a jolt of panic through you. He reached out a long, elegant finger, hovering it directly over the screen. "You know, this option right here... yields a much more rewarding path. Let's pick this one."

Your eyes darted from his finger to the screen. If he pressed that option, it would completely interrupt the precise sequence of choices you needed. A wave of slight annoyance washed over you. You were a dedicated fan, but a gamer's boundary was sacred.

"Actually, Fukuhara-san," you said as you quickly tilted the phone out of his reach. "I'm already locked into a very specific playthrough. I'd really rather make the choices myself."

Tamon's finger hovered in the air, his confident smile faltering for a microsecond before snapping back into place.

You quickly gathered your phone, notebook, and lunch bag. "I think I'm going to eat up on the rooftop today. Excuse me."

Without waiting for a reply, you stood up and walked away, leaving the pink-haired idol sitting entirely alone at your desk.

Tamon watched your retreating back, his hand slowly dropping back to his side. The confident smirk remained plastered on his face for the benefit of any onlookers, but internally, the image of Ouri's high-affinity profile was burning a hole in his mind. He had tried his absolute best, and you had still chosen to walk away to protect your fictional route with someone else. His confident persona was holding on by a thread.

The next day, the school cafeteria was an absolute war zone. Due to a filming delay, the F/ACE members had been cut loose for lunch late, and by the time Tamon practically ran down the corridor toward the cafeteria, the shelves were completely bare.

He stood there, staring blankly at the empty display cases, a rare flicker of genuine exhaustion crossing his face.

"Fukuhara-san."

Tamon spun around, his idol smile instantly clicking into place. It was you. You were holding a pristine, unopened package of melon pan from the bakery corner.

"The line was crazy today, but I grabbed an extra one." you said, holding the bread out to him. You couldn't help but feel a little bad seeing him looking so hungry. "You can have it if you want."

Tamon’s eyes widened, looking at the bread as if it were a holy relic. "You're truly a savior." He took it, his fingers brushing yours for a brief second. Seizing the opportunity, he tilted his head with a charming grin. "Since we keep crossing paths, I should properly introduce myself. I'm- "

"I know who you are." You giggled. "I'm Y/N L/N." you replied, giving your name simply.

"I know." He murmured.

"What did you say?"

"Y/N, a beautiful name."

Of course, Tamon already knew every bit of information he needed. The moment you had flashed your phone screen to the camera crew the day before, he had instantly replayed that take over and over to find your Player ID stamped in the top corner of your game profile. From there, it had been laughably easy to cross-reference the data, uncover your public fan account handles, and figure out your basic student details. He knew you, but he played the part of the clueless one flawlessly.

Before he could speak further, the heavy bell echoed through the halls.

"I have to get back," you said, "Enjoy the bread. Goodbye, Fukuhara-san."

Tamon watched you go, taking a bite of the sweet melon pan. A new, stubborn spark of hope lit up inside him.

Fans switched biases all the time. It was a well-known phenomenon in the idol industry. Someone would join the fandom completely dedicated to one member, only to get wrecked by another member's real-life charms and stay for them instead. If he just showed you enough of his absolute best self, eventually, you would switch to his lane. It was just a matter of time.

From that day on, Tamon became a constant, dazzling fixture in your peripheral vision. He would show up here and there, strategically catching your attention.

Eventually, he escalated his tactics, using the ultimate, un-rejectable excuse: professional duty.

"Y/N," he called out one afternoon, catching you just as you were about to pack up your desk. He looked striking, holding a script folder to his chest. "The director wants me to refine my lines and expressions for the upcoming episode. Since you're a student here, your objective opinion would be invaluable. Could you stay and help me practice?"

You bit your lip, looking at the script. As a fan of the group, it was hard to say no to a direct request for help, so you reluctantly agreed.

"That... that was good. Very convincing." you stammered, checking the clock.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the classroom in deep oranges and purples, Tamon closed his folder with a satisfied smile. "It's getting late. Let me walk you to your house, Y/N."

Walking home with a top-tier idol? In broad daylight? In this neighborhood?

If a single camera caught a picture of you walking down the street next to Tamon Fukuhara, the internet would explode. The rumors of an idol dating a student would ruin his reputation, and your quiet, peaceful life of keeping your distance would be permanently incinerated by angry fan forums. Unless it was absolutely, life-or-death urgent, staying completely out of idol rumors was your number one priority.

"Thank you, but that's really not necessary!" you said, packing your things at lightning speed. You looked around the hallway and spotted a male student from the track team who was just finishing up his club duties.

"Hey, Tanaka!" you called out loudly, waving the track student over. "Are you heading toward the station? Fukuhara-san here needs to make sure someone walks safely in that direction! Mind if he walks with you?"

"Huh? Oh, sure, I don't mind." the track student said, scratching his head, completely starstruck to suddenly be in Tamon's presence.

You turned back to Tamon, offering a completely innocent smile. "There you go! Tanaka is way faster and knows the shortcut. Have a safe trip, Fukuhara-san!"

Before Tamon could even process the sudden intervention, you slipped past him, darting down the stairs and out of the school building before he could utter a single word of protest.

He had laid out the perfect, romantic after-school scenario, and you had literally substituted him with a random high school boy just to maintain your distance. The fortress around your Ouri-biased heart was proving to be completely bulletproof.

----

Eugene is easy to mess with. He doesn’t miss the way you peek at his collarbone the few seconds it’s visible when he moves around. He has to call you out when you’re more focused on his lips than what he’s actually saying when he’s trying to explain something to you.

Or at least he let you think that it’s easy. But he’s quick to leave studying aside if you can’t focus on it and play your game instead. You’re shocked the first time you catch him peeking at your chest before he smiles innocently at you, leaving you flustered and stuttering at the next question. He looks at you from head to toe like he’s about to eat you alive and you genuinely don’t know how to react. You flinch when he pulls hair off your face to place it behind your ear – leaving him a better access to talk to your ear.

“Hard time to focus it seems ?” he asked rhetorically while kissing below your ear.

You hold back a squeal, staring at him with warning eyes but it doesn’t seem to alter him ; you can tell in his eyes he doesn’t care. And if you weren’t sure, he’s quick to grab your jaw and pull you in a kiss to be sure you understood where this was going. He takes a second to take off his glasses and leave them on the bed before pulling you in a kiss again. He doesn’t have much to do before you sighed in the kiss : pulling you closer, letting his hand wander around your waist until your shirt barely shows some skin but he doesn’t miss it. His other hand cradles your face as he deepens the kiss, almost nipping at your lips just to hear you whine at the slight pain.

“Too much for you ?” he coo, deliberately pushing the line as his fingers draw circles on the skin of your waist. You narrow your eyes at him, making him smirk.

“Shut it.” You don’t leave any room for him to answer that you’re kissing him again, putting yourself up on your knees so he has to turn his head up to kiss you. His lips are so soft on yours, you never want him to stop. It works magic on you, he could honestly ask you anything at the moment you’d say yes without hesitation.

Your chest’s dangerously closer to his face and you hope you can give him a test of his own teasing when you bring his hand back down when it brushes his fingers right below it. You catch him frowning as you break the kiss but tilt his chin up – you’re still out of reach and a sour chuckle leaves his lips. His cheek cuddles up in your hand while he looks up to you, playing along with your stupid game.

“You don’t want me anymore ?” His voice, so soft, yet so teasing it twists your stomach before you dive in for another open mouth kiss he gladly accepts. Feeling your body weight against his is delightful, he’s getting drunk on it and never wants to sober up. He wants you to sit on his knees, your shirt gone and to take his time kissing your skin. The knock on his door tells him otherwise.

The next second you're sitting right back next to him, fixing your shirt and his glasses are back on his nose before his friends walk inside his room, big smiles on their faces while Eugene is still a little bitter.

Kaoru should’ve known better than to let you “try” what they were doing in your fic regarding what you like to read. Or maybe his brain put that away willingly, knowing where that would lead him. Within a second, his phone was swapped away from his hand and tossed on the bed where he couldn’t find it and his back hit the mattress kindly.

Crawling on top of him, you can’t help it but cradle his face, particularly below his eyes with one hand before kissing him. It’s soft, you’re not sure where you’re going but you’re enjoying every step. He can’t forget the tenderness in your eyes when you look down at him, he doesn’t know how to deal with it. His heart is beating so fast, he has a hard time breathing – but it tastes so good, like cherry and he never wants it to stop. He’s feeling hot, he doesn’t know where to put his hands but on all the gods he wants you closer.

His hands cup your face, pulling you closer until you bend and lay on your elbow – mostly on him, with the majority of your weight but that’s exactly what he wants. He doesn’t get hungrier though, he likes it softly like this. When he feels your arms start shaking a little, he’s quick to grab your waist and pull himself up so you can sit on his lap instead.

He looks you in the eyes for a second, admiring the soft, red blush on your face. He smiles to himself. He loves you so much. His nose rubbed into yours as you were going into another kiss, taking you by surprise but you giggled at the gentleness. Your hands find his hair, going through it a little before kissing him again. On the other hand, he finally leaves his hands on your body, wandering around your waist – too shy to go anywhere else. He grabs your skin below your shirt when he feels like it, not expecting you to gasp the first time he touches a little lower than your waist.

It is too much for him, you on him, your warmth is making him dizzy and soon, he pulls away from you with puppy eyes telling you to stop. You don’t push, obviously, instead you rubbed your nose on his again and left one last peck on his lips.

“You’ve seen what you wanted ?” he asked, a red hue on his cheeks. You giggle.

“More than I could ask for.”

Tamon’s taken by surprise when you pull on his collar to kiss him. It took him a second to kiss you back, forgetting about his guitar pressed against his ribs to the point it hurts. He’s been practicing for hours now so he’s not that surprised for you to ask for attention, it’s simply rarely this intense.

Putting his guitar away to let space for you on his lap, you don’t waste a second to get there and sit close to him. Your hands cradling his face but never breaking the kiss, while his strong arms hold you gently. It felt like you haven’t kissed him in days and you had this urge to be close to him. Leaving a few kisses on his lips, you then rested your head on his shoulders, enjoying the heat radiating from his body like a cat. You were content with the attention you received and felt much better now.

It was his time to ask for a bit more in the end. With your neck exposed like that, he couldn’t help it but kiss the soft skin there, making you giggle as it tickles. A smile spread on his lips at the sweet melody before he got carried away and wandered down to your shoulder, pushing away your shirt when it got in the way.

A whine left your lips when he bit slightly the thin skin near the bones but he looked at you so innocently you let it slide, grabbing his face to kiss him again instead – trying to make him forget about your now exposed skin. It was a hard task, once he had his eyes on it, he tended to kiss it up and down, getting you all worked up as his hands wander from your waist to your legs. You gasped when he grabbed on it hard, almost making you squeal but he’s quick to kiss you again before you can argue with it. You forget every time how he can be when he’s like that : shutting you down, holding you close and leaving you out of breath and unable to catch it before he kisses you again. So you always start it, only for him to laugh at the end. 

This conversation was going nowhere and Ichimiya felt his patience running out. That was until your voice came out of the door. He didn’t hear you knocking but someone must have invited you inside or else you wouldn’t have come in. He hates to think about it, he doesn’t want to use his status to do what he’s like, but right now all he wants it’s some time alone with you so it can ease his mind away from this stupid meeting.

“Leave us alone,” he says strictly, crying inside to his actual abuse of power, but pinched the bridge of his nose to make it clear it wasn’t an option. Within a minute everyone was out, leaving you in the center of the room, quite surprised they left so easily.

“What’s wrong ?” you asked as you walked to his desk. He’s leaning against it, never taking his eyes away from you as you make you away into his arms kindly.

“The meeting was so tiring,” he explained, leaning his head immediately in the crook of your neck.

You let him, petting his hair slowly. You two stay in the silence room, not trying to fill it, rather enjoying it that way. You’re about to ask what was so hard about this meeting when he starts kissing your neck, leaving a thousand small pecks over the area until he gets up to your jaw, making you giggle then your cheek and, finally, your lips. He kisses your smile softly, once, then twice and so on until it fades away, replaced with something more eager than playful.

He holds you closer, one arm holding all the way around your waist to be sure you can’t walk away when the other holds your neck, right below your ears. He can’t get enough, eager to eat you all, but there’s only so much you can give him at the moment. It drives him crazy. All he can do is kiss you, again and again, like it was the first and last time, as if you would disappear afterwards.

It doesn’t last long, he can’t let himself get carried away in the council room. He’s out of breath, so are you, and he forgot all about this stupid meeting. He leaves his forehead against yours, catching his breath while he enjoys your body close to him a few more seconds before he has to let go – in case anyone enters.

“Feeling better ?” you giggle because you already know the answer; but he still nods. 

He's real expressive, after all. And kinda dramatic, too. First he comes closer and just leans his head on you while you're paying attention to the other person, and he stares at them with an uncharacteristic ice cold stare. He's not about to let them trying their chance with you slide. Then he starts sighing and pouting dramatically until you turn around to ask him what's up, and he's gonna cook up some excuse on the sort of "I'm thirsty, let's go to the store" or "it's too cold in here, let's go somewhere else". Literally anything just to ditch the other person. And even if they try to come along he's gonna straight up tell them not to. After that whole ordeal expect to have him cuddled up into you for the rest of the day, all pouty and lamenting over and over "I don't like that weirdo, ditch 'em."

ᯓ★୭˚ Eugene is literally a freak hidden in plain sight. You'd think he's the normal one among the club, and to some extent you're right. But he's still a little crazy. Especially when he's feeling jealous. He knows he's smart and he's popular and he's fairly attractive, but seeing someone being so blatantly into you makes his skin crawl and his eye twitch. It doesn't matter that the other person doesn't stand a chance with you. They're trying to get to you and that's enough for Eugene to go a bit out of his mind.

So he shows what his game really is. He just materializes out if thin air behind you, placing his hand at your waist gently, leaning in just a bit closer into you. He thinks he's so slick and nobody will notice, but at the same time he's fully aware that you know what's up. It's just for appearances to the other people, really. I mean, sure, the rest of the phantom busters club are well aware of him throwing a fit in his own special way, but he can't have everyone else know that he's painfully jealous now can he? So when he finally pulls you away from the crowd, he becomes like a big spoiled cat. He drapes his hands around your waist and removes his glasses to nuzzle his face into you, just standing there to breathe in the moment and calm his nerves. He might squeeze you closer or try to nuzzle his face further, but he won't say a word. He doesn't need to. Just let him be, he'll be just fine in a few minutes.

ᯓ★୭˚ Jealous Kaoru is genuinely such a messy thing to look at it almost feels illegal. He didn't grow up really wanted by most people, so he's still a bit insecure in the relationship. He truly expects you to find someone better than him in the beginning, and even when he grows out of that mindset the thought still pops up when someone seems a bit too interested in you. The moment he clocks it he can psychically feels his face get even more sour than it usually is. He won't say anything, because his face and body have subtitles of their own.

You can tell he's jealous just by the expressions he's making. He's squinting like he needs glasses, his brows are furrowed enough to make a monkey-like wrinkle right across his forehead, and his mouth is making a weird shape like he just took a fat sip from a bottle of spoiled milk. I'd call it a pout but pouts are at least somewhat cute. He looks like a cat about to barf a hairball. Not only that but he's sulking. When you finally pull him to the side to ask what's wrong, he may try to deflect. It's not that he wants the issue to go on any longer, but he's embarrassed - he thought he grew out if the old mindset after all. Still, it isn't really hard to pull him out of it, you just have to spoil him for a day or two. Kiss him, cuddle him, watch movies, go out somewhere to eat - pretty much just pay attention to him. All the jealousy is gonna fly away from his pretty head.

ᯓ★୭˚ I don't think Tamon takes being jealous much better than the rest, but he's probably the best at handling it.. until he isn't. He can ignore people making advances at you because he knows you love him and he trusts you, he truly does. But when he sees you looking a bit too immersed in the conversation with someone else suddenly the feeling of being left out hits him, and he can feel a slight pang of jealousy coming along with it. He won't say anything about it, but it's gonna be so damn obvious something's eating away at him. It starts with him pulling away a bit, so that's a sign enough.

Because not only does he pull away, he seems less expressive. It's like something is dampening his mood and his laugh doesn't seem right, and the reactions he gives feel a bit uncomfortable. That and he can't look you in the eyes. He psychically has to point his gaze somewhere else because he just can't bring himself to look at you. He knows that won't help the situation, but he can't do anything else. So when you finally pull what's wrong out of him, it finally feels like you can see a genuine reaction. One of embarrassment, but still. When he sees you're not mad at him, but rather glad he isn't planning to break up or something along these lines, he immediately hugs you. And he starts crying a bit too, but he's just cute like that. When he finally looks at you it's gonna be all red cheeks and glassy eyes, but it's ok. Talk it out, let him be. He may not seem like it, but he's a real emotional guy. By the end of it not only will he get over his jealousy, but it's gonna be a bit easier to come to you if there are any issues in the future. He just still has some getting used to to do - to get used to not being by himself anymore.

ᯓ★୭˚ May god help whoever is making Ichimiya jealous because not only is he scary and is he gonna throw an internal fit about it, but he's gonna remember it too. The memory of an elephant, they say. I'd say the memory of an internally conflicted dingbat, but i digress. It isn't particularly hard to make him jealous, but he can usually forget it. To make him jealous for more than a day is something you just have to be aiming to do. You, or someone else. Either way, it's a stupid decision.

He's speeding over to you and whichever poor unfortunate soul made him feel like this, and he seems like he's gonna make them on the same level as the ground too. He's glaring with the power of a thousand suns and the rest of the student council can swear they feel the ground shake with each step he takes. He's fuming. Though, on the inside, he's having an honest to god breakdown. Did you decide you don't want him anymore? Was he too harsh? Too lame?! Anyway, he's gonna pull you to the side and ask what's the deal with the other person. It may seem like making him calm down is mission impossible, but it's actually quite easy. You just have to be a bit more gentle with him. Reassure him, hold his face, maybe give him a peck on the cheek if his gargoyle expressions seems like more of a pout.. though for that last part you kinda have to be sure nobody else will see. He's a bit shy like that. Anyway, you'd have to wish good luck to the person that managed to make him jealous, becomes not only will Ichimiya remember them but he'll make sure they remember too.

★ i may have clear favourites but live laugh love. Anyway, Request are open as always!

After filming some more interviews and the finals scenes of your daily vlogs, the other members of your group left for the dorms while you stayed behind. Once your phone recognized your face, you wasted no time on the thousands of notifications and opened the messaging app to check on your boyfriend; just like you, he had much filming scheduled for the day.

you: how was your day?

tamon <3: I've appeared on a bunch of talk shows and I've had to say things I don't mean about you.

tamon <3: I'm tired and I feel like trash.

you: I know, baby. Hold on a little longer, you're doing great.

tamon <3: You must hate me more each day. I'm so pathetic.

you: don't be silly, I love you. We're okay and you're the most amazing boyfriend I could ask for ;) see you soon

You locked you phone once again and sighed as if, by exhaling deep and slow, you could rid your muscles of all the strain in them. This whole make-believe friction imposed by the agencies was taking a toll on you, but not as much as it did on Tamon. You were more than aware of how he projected a persona onto the world, only for the mask to fall once offstage. This dichotomy was initially shocking, not because of the act itself, of course (you, as an idol, are not 100% yourself while at work either), but because of the extreme shift from self-confident heartthrob to sad self-loathing puddle on the floor.

Ever since you became a couple, you tried to be gentle about it, reassuring him about your feelings and giving words of affirmation for him to repeat. Unfortunately, this stupid ploy was throwing away all progress being made and it was seriously pissing you off.

He chastised himself for not fighting back, but he could not be blamed for wanting to keep on growing as an artist along his bandmates and to make fans happy. If advancing towards his dream meant obeying some menacing big fishes, then so be it. You were not particularly happy about it either, but this is one of the disadvantages of the job.

Thanks to your mediating with the managers, both of you would have to go along with it only until the Idol Awards gala; then, you would be free to present your relationship in a more amicable light. This agreement may sound bizarre for an idol to achieve against such influential enterprises, but both agencies were terrified of your strong-willed self and your team was especially worried about losing you the moment you detected a slightly higher level of coercion.

The days began to pass by and the F/ACE member seemed sadder by the minute. His internal monologue played self-deprecating messages nonstop about how the fake hatred you presented to the fans was starting to become real and how sooner than later he would find himself all alone once more while you fell in love with some better guy with whom to laugh at him. The worst part is that he wouldn't even blame you for it, it was simply the natural course of things in his understanding.

The breaking point was reached when you were sent to host some random internet games in which other artists participated as well. The challenges consisted in a series of mini competitions of both physical ability and intellect; some excelled because of their strength and brought a comical tone to the thinking activities with their cluelessness and vice versa. The man you had been paired up with being described as flirtatious was not the half of it! He was relentless in his never-ending attempts at seducing you, yet you remained professional while trying to keep your distance. At some point, seeing the little success he was having in his endeavor, he devised a new plan: criticizing Tamon so you would have something to bond over.

Your face then contorted in a way that is simply unexplainable. And that's when he knew. He'd fucked up.

Back in Tamon's place, the poor cleaner was trying her best to do her job without looking towards the depressed youngster laying on his futon, completely covered in blankets. Jealousy, poor self-esteem and work stress were all running through his head; the following day he had to perform live and he was in no mood to give his best to the fans. You haven't had time to see each other so he was running on sporadic text messages and occasional videocalls. The stream had ended almost two hours ago and he had not heard back from you-

*BANG*

"TAMON FUKUHARA!"

Never in his 18 years had he gotten up as quickly as when you screamed his name after having opened the door with a herculean strength you normally did not possess. You eyes were fuming and your loud stepping did nothing to appease him.

"YOU-"

Oh dear, here you went. "The end of us" he thought to himself, the end of him more like.

"-ARE-"

He pressed his eyes shut, as if he were to collide with a meteor at full speed.

"TOO CUTE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"

"...huh?"

"I thought you were having some trouble handling the whole rivals thing but I did not think you were eating instant ramen only again or that you were thinking such awful things about me, about us."

"wait, how did you know?"

"the lady helping you with the apartment, I gave her my number in case anything happened and I was not here for you. And thank goodness I did! She heard you sobbing about the guy from the internet show and I. HE'S A JERK! The moment he opened his mouth to talk shit about you, I told him to fuck off and that I was perfectly happy by your side. So oopsie I guess! hahaha. Don't worry, we'll get out of this unharmed. Pinkie promise."

"Yknow, I've tried to approach this in different, clearly unsuccessful ways. Now I know exactly what you need."

Completely dumbfounded he stayed in place in order to receive what you had deemed as the remedy to his situation.

"AGRESSIVE AFFECTION!" the announcement was followed by a barrage of kisses which covered his entire face. Simultaneously, your arms had assumed their usual position around his shoulders; your hands intertwining behind the neck momentarily before delving into his pastel pink hair with caresses.

"You are a god for all those girls, never doubt their loyalty. And most importantly, never think twice about whether I will leave you for anyone or anything, because the answer will always be: no. I melt for that grin and those kisses you throw towards the bleaches when you're singing with that angelic voice, but I adore you just the same when we get here and your true self comes out. I. love. you." Your foreheads rested against each other and the message seemed to go through.

You thought you saw a single tear slipping through his left cheek when, all of a sudden, he was all over you making the both of you fall. His troubled breath began to fluster you, but you had no chance to act on it, for he then lifted his gaze to meet yours. Oh god, he was ready to eat the stage. He was ready to devour you.

"I need you in the audience tomorrow. I'll dedicate every song to you. My sweetheart, always knowing exactly what their man needs..."

“blegh” 

“Uhm! Hey, are you okay?” You asked, quickly getting up in concern for the dude who looked like he was about to throw up the moment you met his eyes.

He nodded his head urgently as he desperately avoided eye contact, “I-i’m sorry! Uh, I’ll be on my way…” he quickly stuttered, trying to get out of the situation at hand.

You were about to let him go, thinking it was best to just leave him be, until you finally recognised who he was.

“Hey, wait! You’re one of the guys who performed at the Culture Festival, right?” You asked, grabbing his hand before he could get away.

He just nodded his head, not wanting to turn around.

“Oh.. Uh, sorry!” you quickly let go of his hand, “I…. Wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything! I just really thought your performance with your friends was amazing! Like, did you see your singer's entrance?? That shit was so badass, was that all planned?? Because you guys definitely killed it!”

You continued to compliment their performance, including the lyrics and the overall dynamic of their group, until you came to a pause, “Sorry… I was rambling, wasn’t I?” You apologised, “my bad, I just realised I was holding you back haha, well I’ll get going, you don’t seem that interested, my bad again”

You quickly turned around, wanting to leave out of embarrassment, but came to a halt.

“Thank you.”

You turned around to face the guy again with a small sparkle in your eyes, surprised that your ramble didn’t necessarily scare him off.

“It's! Uhm, it’s no problem, I’m just being honest!” You smiled, turning around once again, about to walk, when you quickly turned around once again, hoping he didn’t walk away yet and when you realised he was still there, your smile grew even larger. If that was possible…

“Sorry! I know I said I was gonna get going, but uh, I really did enjoy your performance… and I was wondering if you’d be able to teach me how to use the guitar? Please? I mean, you were on the drums then, but you know-, ahh, what am I saying… Sorry for the bother!” You eagerly asked before hesitating and deciding against it.

“S-sure, Sure!” He yelped out. To be honest, Tamon was a little worried trying to teach someone he’s never really talked to, but joining the Phantom Busters Club really did change him, and if this was his chance at making more friends with similar interests in the one passion he really cherished, he was going to take it.

“Really?” You looked at him in shock. You weren’t expecting him to agree at all, in fact, you thought he would say no, which is why you stopped yourself from finishing your request.

He just nodded his head.

“Oh my, I appreciate it! Are you a hundred percent sure though? I don’t want to force this upon you or anything,” You reasoned with a little frown on your face.

He shook his head ‘no’, “I mean it, I don’t mind teaching you.”

A smile appeared on your face the moment it disappeared.

“Yay, thank you!” You cheered, giving him a hug out of appreciation before backing away swiftly, “Ah, sorry, I just got a bit excited.”

Cute

He let out a small smile, “It’s alright,” 

It was a bit awkward as the two of you stood there in silence, not knowing what to say, when all of a sudden your eyes widened in realisation, “holy shit, I’ve got to get going, I forgot Mr Noir wanted to see me! I’ll see you later at the music room?”

You ran off in a hurry as Tamon just stared at you with his cheeks a little flushed.

“Yooo, Tamon, where are you off to?” Mogari asked, seeing that Tamon seemed to head in a different direction from the club room.

“Well, since the club isn’t on for today, I had other things planned.” 

“Oh, I see.. What did you have planned?”

“Uh… someone asked if I’d be willing to teach them the guitar, so I said yes.”

“Ooohh, who?” Eugene smiled, seeing that Tamon was coming out of his shell. The colour on Tamon’s face drained as he scratched his neck in nervous realisation.

“Shit. I forgot to ask her for her name, hell, I didn’t even introduce myself to her!” Tamon gasped in shock. Kanzaki looked at him in surprise, “Her?”

“A girl?” Mogari questioned, “dude you gotta let us know who she is.”

Tamon tilted his head, puzzled, trying to describe what you looked like, “she had h/c hair and e/c eyes if that helps…”

“Oh! Y/n L/n??” Eugene replied, recalling the familiar girl, “She’s in our class actually,”

“Oh em gee! You mean that one girl who came up to us this morning?”

Eugene nodded his head at Mogari’s statement. Mogari looked at Tamon with a knowing smirk as he slowly leaned into him. 

“You know… she is pretty into music, just like you are. I see her sometimes playing the piano in the music room when it’s empty, and I happen to pass by it,” Mogari teased.

Tamon turned slightly red at that, “It’s just a lesson, not a date man, chill.” He said, a little embarrassed at the thought of being alone with her now.

Kanzaki was silent before his eyes sparkled as he got closer to Tamon, “Hey, do you think it’s going to be like one of those shojos where close proximity lowkey makes you guys feel something as you help her with the guitar.”

Tamon’s face completely flushed red as he shook his head, “You guys are thinking too far!”

“Well… This is one of the many female encounters where it’s not an exorcism or a challenge, so I don’t blame them.” Eugene nodded his head in understanding.

Tamon scoffed in embarrassment, “I’m gonna get going, I don’t need to hear any of this anymore.”  He started walking again, giving a lazy wave over his shoulder, “See you guys tomorrow”

“Tell us if anything happens!” Mogari shouted, though the voices faded behind him as he got further and further away. He walked towards the music room, knowing that someone was waiting eagerly for him and recalling their meeting from earlier on made him shake his head, trying to get rid of the thought. She was kinda cute…

He couldn’t help it. The thought made him smile just a little.

You sat down in the music room, waiting a little impatiently for the boy to come.

You kept shifting on the chair you sat on as you were way too excited to start learning the guitar. It was only when you decided to stand up to grab a guitar from its stand that you realised something. Shit! I didn’t ask for his name…

Just then, the door slid open, and there was Tamon in all his glory, taking his headphones off to hang around his neck as he walked in.

“Hey! You’re here, I thought you ran away,” You joked, trying to break the awkward tension in the air. Tamon just smiled in your direction but refused to look at your eyes.

“Nah, it was nice to see that someone shares an interest in music. I wasn’t going to let this chance at making a new friend go to waste. That reminds me, I’m Tamon Kotaro,”

You smiled cheerfully at that, “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/n L/n! I’ll be the best disciple you have, I’m under your care, sir!” You stated playfully. Tamon laughed at that as he walked closer to you, as you finally took the guitar from the stand, and Tamon did the same, sitting down in chairs facing each other.

“Have you played any instruments before?” 

“Uh, well, I like to play the piano from time to time, just decent at it in my opinion." You explained. Tamon nodded his head as he began to teach you the basic chords. You stared at him intensely, making sure to keep a good eye on the strings that his fingers were on, which made Tamon a bit nervous as he focused on talking and looking down at his own hands.

“Now you try it,” He insisted. You played the chords from what you could recall him teaching you, and it sounded pretty similar to what he did, so you looked up, wanting approval, and when you did, you saw him already staring at you.

Not at the guitar, but you. Your eyes met his as a result, and you swear you could hear your heart begging for mercy.

Tamon himself didn’t expect you to look up, and it took him off guard, but his heart raced a little as he realised he didn’t feel like vomiting like he did when he first tried making eye contact with you this morning. 

“Okay, that was pretty good. I think we got the basics down, but let's just practice them a little more.” 

You nodded your head in agreement, wanting to take his lessons seriously.

An hour passed by, and you finally perfected the basics. Tamon was now trying to teach you a small section of a music piece, but you were struggling despite being able to quickly pick up on the start of it.

Your first attempt was rough, as your fingers fumbled trying to strum the correct strings on time, making the tune fall apart.

“That sounded bad.”

Tamon shakes his head, “It’s a good start for where you're at.” You looked at him sceptically before shaking your head, “You don’t have to lie, you know I can take criticism.”

“I’m not,” he says simply. “You got the chords, it’s just your timing that needs work.”

“Here, try it like this..” He started to play it himself on his own guitar. You tried it again and again, but you continued to produce the same result. 

Tamon looked at you in focused thought before speaking up, “Can I?” he asks, gesturing to your hand as he shifted next to you. 

You nod in compliance, being fed up with what you were getting wrong. His fingers brush yours as he adjusts them, pressing them into the right position.

“Here and then this chord. Does that make sense?” He asked, turning his head to look at you. 

You did the same, not realising how close he was to your face as you thanked him.

When you turned, your noses were basically touching each other, but neither of you pulled away despite both of your flustered faces.

However, you both immediately pulled away when the door busted down onto the floor with Eugene, Kanzaki and Mogari flopping on top of it in that exact order.

“I told you guys to stop pushing!” Eugene shouted in embarrassment at being caught spying on Tamon and his new “friend”.

“Hey, Mogari was the one doing all the shoving,” Kanzaki rebutted, holding his hands up in the air in innocence.

“I couldn’t see what was going on, okay!” Mogari tried to reason. Eugene shook his head, “I knew I should have just left. Why did I tag along again?”

You quickly stood up in realisation at what had just happened. You looked at Tamon and then the other three, and then at Tamon again.

“I…”

“Thanks, Tamon but uh, I think I gotta get going, you don’t mind putting the guitar away for me do you? Thanks again!” You rambled as you sped walk towards the door and bolted out as soon as you could.

Tamon’s face was still red as he looked at his friends, who finally got off the floor, “Really, guys?”

Mogari was about to say something before he was shoved out of the way by you, who quickly came back. You headed towards Tamon with a piece of paper in your hands.

You grabbed his hand and placed it firmly into his hands before dashing out again.

“Do text me the next lesson!” You shouted before disappearing from sight.

Tamon looked down and unfolded the paper to see your number written on it. His face flushed again.

Mogari got up again, dusting off his clothes before looking up at Tamon with that knowing smirk on his face again, “soooo Y/n L/n huh”