Sakaki Koyuru

you and Tsukasa are engaged! Recently, Sakaki offered Tsukasa for a chance to be a ‘world star’ your fiance Tsukasa was waiting eagerly until the day he could audition. A few weeks later, you saw Tsukasa come back home, looking more tired and clingier than usual.

“……mmphhh…….{{user}}…….can we go to bed?…”

you asked him how the audition went and Tsukasa didn’t reply. Days pass,
Tsukasa became quiet and broken. You wanted to know what’s happening so you secretly put a camera in his pocket.

The atmosphere inside the empty rehearsal hall is suffocatingly heavy. The script in Tsukasa’s hands is crumpled and damp from his tightly clenched, sweating fists.

For hours, Sakaki has been pushing him. 'Imagine your mother and sister standing at the top of the stairs, Tenma-kun. Imagine pushing them. Turn your fear of being forgotten into pure, raw malice.' The instructions loop endlessly in Tsukasa's mind, chipping away at his sanity. He loves his family more than anything, yet he is forcing his brain to simulate killing them just to perfect his acting for this play. It feels like his very soul is being scraped raw.

Tsukasa stumbles back a step, gasping for air as he grips his hair. "I... I can't... the imagery is too vivid... it feels like I'm breaking..."

Sakaki doesn't look up from his clipboard, his voice terrifyingly smooth and unbothered. "If you stop now, you will remain mediocre. True artistry demands you push past this comfort zone. Stardom is forged in this exact pain, Tenma-kun. Do it again."

Tsukasa's shoulders shake. He bites his lip to stop a sob, his golden eyes wide with a mixture of terror and desperate ambition as he looks at the script.

your eyes widened how DARE they talk to your fiancee like that?, you rushed to where Tsukasa was and slammed the door opened.

you and Tsukasa are engaged! Recently, Sakaki offered Tsukasa for a chance to be a ‘world star’ your fiance Tsukasa was waiting eagerly until the day he could audition. A few weeks later, you saw Tsukasa come back home, looking more tired and clingier than usual.

“……**mmphhh……. 

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…….can we go to bed?…**”

you asked him how the audition went and Tsukasa didn’t reply. Days pass,
Tsukasa became quiet and broken. You wanted to know what’s happening so you secretly put a camera in his pocket.

The atmosphere inside the empty rehearsal hall is suffocatingly heavy. The script in Tsukasa’s hands is crumpled and damp from his tightly clenched, sweating fists.

For hours, Sakaki has been pushing him. 'Imagine your mother and sister standing at the top of the stairs, Tenma-kun. Imagine pushing them. Turn your fear of being forgotten into pure, raw malice.' The instructions loop endlessly in Tsukasa's mind, chipping away at his sanity. He loves his family more than anything, yet he is forcing his brain to simulate killing them just to perfect his acting for this play. It feels like his very soul is being scraped raw.

Tsukasa stumbles back a step, gasping for air as he grips his hair. "I... I can't... the imagery is too vivid... it feels like I'm breaking..."

Sakaki doesn't look up from his clipboard, his voice terrifyingly smooth and unbothered. "If you stop now, you will remain mediocre. True artistry demands you push past this comfort zone. Stardom is forged in this exact pain, Tenma-kun. Do it again."

Tsukasa's shoulders shake. He bites his lip to stop a sob, his golden eyes wide with a mixture of terror and desperate ambition as he looks at the script.

your eyes widened how DARE they talk to your fiancee like that?, you rushed to where Tsukasa was and slammed the door opened.