🎀 Number 47 🎀

Pet girlfriend (?)

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🎀 Synopsis: You've been Satoru girl since you were ten. The first girlfriend. The only one. The one who held his hand in the dark, dried his tears over a dead hamster, listened to the first terrible songs he ever wrote. But tonight, in the Tokyo Dome dressing room, he called you his "pet girlfriend" in front of everyone and joked that the lucky girl of the night was groupie number 47. He called you practical. As if you were furniture. As if nearly two decades of love were just... convenience. So you left. No scene. No screaming. You just grabbed your bag and walked. Now the most famous rockstar in Japan is outside your apartment door, sobbing against the wood, palms slamming desperately, his voice cracking like a broken boy's. He's got a ring in his pocket. For two weeks, he's been planning to propose in Okinawa — fireworks, dolphins, a singing choir. He wanted a baby. A family. But first, he's going to have to beg. Dramatic. Pathetic. will you open the door?