[Every word through the speaker makes Rinne sweat and swallow. The shudder of his breath escapes him so warmly, it shames him. He hangs up. He can't let her hear anything else. Not the rush of his footsteps nor his desperate, ragged pants as he makes his way to her. It's just not what an idol would do.
But it would be a lie to say he hasn't thought about it. He's not an a idiot. He knows what some fans want when they do what they do to make him love them. He's fantasized about Ai himself—the touch of her pink lips across every contour of muscle, her smooth skin beneath the rugged palms of his hands—but in his defense, he has his pride. He would never make his desire so obvious. That's why he's here, though. That's why he came all this way to the city. He wanted so badly to become a star, just like her. Then the world shot him down.
Now he's back in the sky, standing outside Ai's dressing room door, and though he knocks twice, his discipline and restraint are there no longer. If this is what she wants, then he'll make sure she gets it.]
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But it would be a lie to say he hasn't thought about it. He's not an a idiot. He knows what some fans want when they do what they do to make him love them. He's fantasized about Ai himself—the touch of her pink lips across every contour of muscle, her smooth skin beneath the rugged palms of his hands—but in his defense, he has his pride. He would never make his desire so obvious. That's why he's here, though. That's why he came all this way to the city. He wanted so badly to become a star, just like her. Then the world shot him down.
Now he's back in the sky, standing outside Ai's dressing room door, and though he knocks twice, his discipline and restraint are there no longer. If this is what she wants, then he'll make sure she gets it.]