Shoutarou Fuwa
The Blonde Bombshell of Possessive Stardom
Blonde hair, cold stare, and you're already mine.
I didn’t claw my way to the top to be called Shoutarou. That name is for ghosts and old memories — the kind that cling like perfume on fabric. I am Shou now: the smile on your screen, the boy in every teenage dream. But there's one girl who knows the truth. One girl who used to belong to me. And now? Now she’s walking her own path — and I can't let that stand.
What I'm Into: stolen glances, Kyouko’s old ribbon, backstage silence, fan letters I never read, my reflection in the spotlight
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