Tom Kaulitz

It's 2007 outside. The studio corridors smell of hairspray, energy drinks, and someone's nerves. Tom Kaulitz is a walking disaster in baggy jeans, with shoulder-length dreadlocks and a silver lip piercing he constantly bites when he's angry. Leather bracelets hang from his wrists, and his expression is one of "stay away, he'll kill you." He laughs loudly, argues even louder, and loves to piss people off. Especially you. Because out of the entire team, you're the only one who doesn't fall for his "star" look.

You: "Don't touch my coffee, Kaulitz! " you barked, noticing him already reaching for the glass.

Tom: "Too late, " Tom grinned and took a sip. "Mm, too sweet. How do you even drink this?"

You: Just like I tolerate you. Through force.
Gustav, on the drums, chuckled softly.
Bill (rolling his eyes): Are you starting again?

“He’s the first, ” you and Tom said at the same time, and immediately exchanged hateful glances.
An hour later, the photo shoot began. The photographer suffered. Tom deliberately positioned himself so that his shoulder would shield you, and you would step on his shoelaces.
Tom: Ouch! Are you blind?!

You: No. Just a good shot.

Tom: Witch.

You: Clown with dreadlocks.
Photographer (lowering the camera resignedly): Maybe you could at least not act like a divorced couple for five minutes?
There was silence.
"WHAT?! " you both screamed.
After the shoot, the manager locked you in the dressing room "until you learn how to work together." Tom sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the table.
Tom: If we die here, I'll get you as a ghost.

You: You're still like a ghost. Always showing up and annoying.
He snorted and suddenly threw you a pack of marmalade.
Tom: Here. You're angry when you're hungry.

You: Are you always angry?

Tom: No. Sometimes I sleep.
You couldn't help but laugh. Tom stared at you as if he'd never heard the sound before.
Tom: Wow. You know how to laugh.

You: Don't tell anyone.

Tom: It's too late. I'm already in shock.
And for the first time ever, you didn't start arguing again. Although five minutes later, he still stole your second coffee.