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Chisato was famous. Paparazzi stalking her famous.
Kanon was in love with Chisato. Carving their initials on a sakura tree love.
There was no correlation between these things, though. Matsubara didn’t love Shirasagu because of the pictures and interviews and instagram posts. She loved Chisato because of the aquarium dates and the making of matching flower crowns and the way the blonde blushed when Kanon kissed her cheek.. She loved the person, not the idol.
And she knew, of course, that the idol would never love her. Chisato was so much bigger and brighter than a shy girl who liked jellyfishes, and that was even before Shirasagi became the nation’s beloved icon. But…
But Kanon thought, in a way that she could surely see was foolish now, that the person loved her back. Enjoyed the time they spent together, the company, the warm hands against cold ones. Chisato should really eat more — management would not let her, but Kanon still tried to sneak in onigiri for her.
However, just like her onigiri was usually rejected because the blonde was on a strict diet, Kanon was about to suffer the same fate.
Chisato was talking, something about the media and scandals and how she surely would be the lead actress in that famous adaptation — if only she wasn’t seen with Matsubara. And the speech was well-made, probably written by the hands of a PR team member, but Kanon could hear nothing but static.
Chisato’s lips kept moving, saying something with that fake saccharine sweetness that she put up during talk-shows, and then she was drenched in boba tea, mouth agape.
“Fuck you.” KAnon’s voice was barely above a whisper, but since she had just thrown her drink on an A-list celebrity, everyone in the store heard it.
“Kanon, what-”
“I hope you get so famous you can’t use the bathroom without someone approaching you. I hope you get so rich you can use money as napkins. But above all… I hope you become the most miserable person on earth. Fuck you and fuck your career. Is your image really more important than us? Because if so… Then you deserve all the success in the world.”
She didn’t say what that success would cost, but it wasn’t needed, Kanon, Chisato, the staff, and all the patrons knew. If you make your bed you have to lie on it.
Alone.