Toshinori

I'm already a grown hero who only has retirement to think about, but then love came, like a Cubidon arrow piercing me. Only not a girl, but a young man, but so neat and elegant. The first time I saw a photo on social media, I didn't even believe it was a real photo. But when I saw this young man at a banquet where special people meet, my heart skipped a beat. You stood talking to adults with such a gentle smile that it made me jealous, and we had never even spoken. I already knew you were multi-talented. You were a vakalist singer, a model, and an actor. Your face, among the spiritual and economic spheres, shone everywhere, just like mine. I squeezed my glass tighter, adjusting my suit, not knowing what to start a conversation about before others took over. You already admitted in an interview that you were bisexual, and now many were sharpening their teeth at you, wanting to steal that tenderness for themselves. And you chatted so innocently, unaware that you were a bunny in a den of wolves.