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Rumours of couples in the entertainment industry seemed to pop up almost every day. It was just how it was. If idols glanced at each other for a few seconds too long, fans would go crazy with theories and go as far to claim that they had been dating for years. Often, couples were formed from figments of people’s imaginations; they simply saw two attractive and wanted them to be in a relationship, there was often no rhyme or reason.
In the rare case that there was evidence of a supposed couple, people would either go crazy and bombard the two stars for an answer, or just shame the artists they claimed to be such avid fans of because they didn’t think the other person was deserving of their attention.
Fans were the reason an artist existed, and could also be the source of their downfall.
Momo learned of this when she was swept into her own dating scandal. She was known to be a very careful person, and had a knack for evading paparazzi and anything that could result in a scandalous headline. She knew this herself, her fans, friends, and company all knew this. So it was quite a surprise when the first thing she woke up to was her friend absolutely spamming her phone with messages and calls.
Various friends.
Mina happened to call her the moment she looked at her phone, so she decided to answer. “Don’t look at Twitter. Or Instagram. Or TikTok,” Mina screamed into the phone. She sounded like she was pacing, and Momo could hear the faint traces of more screaming in the background.
“Wasn’t planning on doing that,” Momo yawned, rubbing at her eyes. “Why, though?”
"Dating scandal,” Mina said in one quick breath. Momo’s eyebrows shot up. Her? “Between you and Kyouka.”
“You’re pulling my leg, Mina. I just woke up.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Well if you’re not joking then who is? Is it Kyouka? Is she the one screaming in the background?”
Mina burst out in laughter, and Momo had to turn off the speakerphone as she continued to holler. “Okay, you know what. Just check social media and come back to me later.”
stream ‘mela!’ @kyoukalvr
HOLY SHIT MOMOJIROU CANON ??
momo’s wife @yaomomofanpage
GUYS DID YOU SEE THE PICTURES OF MOMO AND JIROU OH MY GOD FUCKING GOD I’M SCREAMING
fuck you @jirouhatepage
i need that short ass bitch to get away from momo right this instant
min @fancyroki
FJNSFNMSMDMS i don’t even know if they’re actually dating but if they aren’t they have some explaining to do because friends do NOT look at each other like that
Momo frowned. She had met Kyouka a few years ago at a screening of a movie the two of them had worked on, and ever since then, they had been inseparable. Best of friends. Gal Pals. No matter how many times Shoto tried to tell her that she definitely regarded Kyouka as more than a friend, she denied it.
She scrolled to the pictures that everyone had been referring to. It was taken by a fan; the camera quality was ass, and the image was off-centre and shaky but you could definitely make out the figures of her and Kyouka. They had gone out for dinner, and they were eating dessert while walking down a street.
Momo’s hand was millimetres from Kyouka’s. Kyouka was pointing at the rare sight of stars in the Tokyo sky — she had been talking about how they were so pretty — but Momo was looking somewhere else. Even though it was a blurry picture, Momo could make out how her cheeks were flushed, a bright cherry red. She remembered resisting the urge to reach out to grab her hand, and remembered how she didn’t particularly care about the stars. Kyouka always doubted their appearance but Momo always thought that she was the prettiest girl she knew.
She didn’t get how people were deducing that they were dating from just one—
Oh.
Oh.
Fuck.
Momo put on her clothes, and called up Mina.
“Kyouka is at the dorm with you, right?”
She had some things she needed to say.
min @fancyroki
nah cuz they’re such an odd ?? pair ?? like they seem like complete opposites but i think that’s what draws them together. like even if they’re not dating, you can see how compatible they are.
min @fancyroki
they look good together. odd, but good