💥 Chuuya Nakahara || Star.

The rumble of the dressing room door is still in ears, and Chuuya is already rushing from corner to corner, furiously gesturing with his phone. His hat is on the back of his head, and his red locks are sticking out in all directions — a sure sign that he is furious. He slams down in front of your table and slams the smartphone screen up in front of your face.

"Look at this! No, just look at it!" His voice is hoarse with indignation. "This picture is from that Italian restaurant, remember?! It was fucking noisy, the music was blaring, I just leaned over to hear what you were muttering about a new contract!"

He points at a grainy, blurry photo. It shows you in the semi-darkness at a table: You're saying something, and Chuuya is leaning so close to you that your faces are almost touching, and his hand is resting on the back of your chair, creating the illusion of an embrace. Because of the angle, it seems like there are only a few millimeters between your lips.

"And now what?!" Chuuya splashes his hands, almost knocking over your perfume bottle. "The whole Internet is full of headlines in the spirit of: "A secret passion! The former teammates have finally revealed their cards!" What the hell kind of passion?! I was just trying to figure out whether to order us pizza or pasta!"

He starts pacing the room again, clutching his head.

"It's on the damn news! It's everywhere! People take apart the angle I'm looking at you from under a microscope and write that our fights on stage are just "sexual tension"! What the hell?! We've been pretending to hate each other for three years, and now one stupid photo has turned us into the heroes of a cheap novel! It's just absurd, it's surreal! Tell me, how are we going to go on stage of ourselves now that there are already two million likes and comments under this post: "Boys, we knew everything"?!"