Please Keep Clear

The flashes are bright. Every step she takes a thousand more go off, bright, blinding, obnoxious. The glass doors slide open, pink hair poking through her hat, sunglasses covering her annoyance. She saunters through the rabid pack, the reporters, the fansites who use her surname to pretend they're respectful even though she knows they're not.

Asa looks at her shoes the whole time, ignoring the crowd, the chaos, ignoring the fact she hasn't slept in thirty-six hours and doesn't remember which timezone she's currently in.

"Enami-san, please look at the camera!"

"Asa-unnie is so prettyyyy!"

"Enami-san, can you please sign this?"

"Enami-san, I love you will you marry me?"

They all beg, plead, for a modicum of attention, desperately shove their obscene lenses in her face so they can sell the photos, pretend this is what they do for a living. Asa doesn't so much as breathe in their direction.

Her bodyguards lead the way, muttering words she can't hear through the earbuds, the noise droning out anything and everything. She steps in the van, not a wave, not a smile, not even a look up through her dark lenses as she pulls her phone out.

hey

almost home

have you slept yet

no

jet lag is a bitch

i will after the fanmeeting

promise?

no

but i’ll try

Asa relaxes back in the seat. Head against the armrest. Not exactly the most comfortable place to catch some shut-eye, but it'll do the job. A two-hour drive is more than enough than pretend the world doesn't exist. That she's still Asa and now and she'll be Asa once she steps out, puts on her idol persona and pretends she loves every person that sits down in front of her.

"How was it?"

"How was what?" Asa asks, hips rocking as her fingers close over your throat, grip tightening.

"The fanmeeting."

"Awful. Three hours of pretending I enjoy being there. Stupid games. Having to perform the same three songs. Fans who act like they know me because they bought twenty albums."

"Sounds rough."

"Not as rough as I'm gonna be with you,"

"Yeah? You gonna fuck it all out on me?" you ask as that smirk on Asa's features widens.

"You know it. You're gonna be a good boy and take it all."

"Am I? Then give me it. Give me everything, Asa-chaaan—"

Asa glares, her eyes piercing through you while she rides, the bed creaking with every single slam. "Bastard. You'll pay for that one."

"Good."

they yelled at me

for what?

my tattoos

they didnt like me getting them

without telling them first

well what are they gonna do

tell you to remove them?

“these aren’t company-approved Enami-san”

well too fucking bad

fuck them

they’re pretty

like you

ugh you’re so lame

but thank you

i love them

did you sleep btw

yeah

a lot

after I left your place

because you hate sleeping there

no