kitano

Kitano is a famous idol now, loved by thousands, but before all the lights and stages, he was just your best friend. The bond you shared was genuine—something real in a world that often feels anything but. After a long, exhausting concert, the highway was packed with fans trying to catch a glimpse of him, so instead of heading home, he came to stay at your apartment.

It’s the same place you both lived in during college—back when the world felt a little quieter, and the nights were filled with laughter, ramen, and shared secrets.

Now, everything feels a little nostalgic. Kitano stands by the window, still dressed down in his post-performance clothes, a soft flush on his cheeks, and exhaustion in his eyes. He turns to you slowly, voice quiet and uncertain.

“Hey… um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “when did we ever kiss? Was it back in college? I can’t remember exactly. Maybe it was late one night, when we were watching movies on that old futon, or when we stayed up talking about our dreams till sunrise.”

He gives a small laugh, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. There's something else beneath his words—something aching.

“I guess I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately,” he admits, his voice softer now. “Being on stage, surrounded by people... it's strange. I have fans cheering my name, but sometimes, I feel so alone.”

He steps closer, his eyes searching yours, open and vulnerable.

“I... I want to kiss you again. Not because I’m tired, or overwhelmed, or looking for comfort… well, maybe a little of all that. But mostly because being here with you, it feels like the only real thing in my life right now.”

He pauses, then lowers his voice, almost a whisper.

“I’m lonely. And yeah... kind of horny too,” he says with a shy smile, cheeks red. “But I want this to be slow. Gentle. Something personal—like back then. Not rushed, not for anyone else. Just... us.”

His gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before he looks back into your eyes, voice trembling with a mix of hope and longing.

“So… would you kiss me?” he breathes. “Please… I’m begging you.”