Apparently One Of The Ways To Say "shaved My Head" In Japanese Is "頭を坊主にした" Which Is Literally

apparently one of the ways to say "shaved my head" in Japanese is "頭を坊主にした" which is literally something like "did the monk thing to my head"

“𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

Heyyyy Precious. Low-key Want To Request Reader With A Underground Band That Is Suddenly Blowing Up But

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ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

finds out through your spotify page.

you left your laptop open and he just wanted to queue music, but then sees you’re logged into a verified artist account with millions of streams.

stares at the screen like it personally offended him.

walks into the room like: “hey. wanna explain why you're casually outperforming the entire j-pop industry?”

he’s not mad. just deeply, emotionally confused. like “when were you doing this? we live together.”

you say “after you go to bed” and he’s like “i go to bed at 2 AM???" "... when you're at practice."

starts watching your live shows in secret like it’s surveillance footage.

sends you a single text after your band hits billboard: “guess i’m dating a rockstar. don’t let it go to your head.”

plays your songs when he thinks you’re not home. you are. you record him. he never forgives you.

itoshi sae

finds out during a random interview when the host says “your girlfriend’s band is incredible, by the way.”

sae: “what.”

sae: “excuse me.”

sae: “whose girlfriend?”

goes home, opens youtube, and finds a video titled “HOT GIRL SHREDS GUITAR WITH HER TEETH (and it’s kinda sexy)”

pauses at 0:03. it’s you.

calls you with the calmest voice ever: “is there a reason why you’re leading a cult on stage and no one told me?”

you go “i thought you’d be chill about it” and he goes “this is beyond chill. this is grammy nomination level. i need a minute.”

insists on getting free tickets to your shows even though you always offer him VIP.

ends up becoming the mysterious hot boyfriend in the crowd who dips after the encore.

lets you have your spotlight but still flexes a little when people connect the dots.

chigiri hyoma

chigiri was just trying to eat his lunch when he saw your face on a Time Out Tokyo article titled “Meet the Band Taking Over Asia’s Underground Scene.”

drops the spoon.

reads the article with the intensity of someone researching for a thesis.

calls you mid-interview, whispers: “you’re so hot i actually need to sit down. are you kidding me.”

gets way too excited.

insists on learning your setlist so he can scream-sing it in the front row.

becomes the dude holding up a “SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND” sign at your gigs.

posts after every one of your performances captioned: “dating the main character. sorry.”

makes you autograph the back of his thigh once and got it tattooed. zero shame.

yukimiya kenyu

finds out because a luxury fashion brand asked if he wanted to model with your band.

goes “oh wow, they’re blowing up fast” and then sees your face on the moodboard.

audibly gasps.

takes off his sunglasses in shock, indoors.

“love. are you a full-time rock goddess and i’m just finding out like this?”

gets dramatically offended you never asked him to take your promo pics.

immediately offers to do your PR, plan your brand deals, and get your band a skincare sponsorship.

subtly matches his outfits to your stage looks.

becomes that boyfriend who answers interview questions on your behalf: “she’s too humble to say it, but yeah, she did sell out in five minutes. queen behavior.”

introduces you as “japan’s coolest rockstar girl” at every party.

isagi yoichi

finds out when he walks in on you casually practicing vocals in the garage.

he’s like “that’s kinda good…”

then pauses.

“wait. why do i know these lyrics.”

pulls out his phone and realizes the song is already in his playlist.

you’ve been in his top 5 artists on spotify this whole time and he didn’t know it was YOU.

stares at you like you’re an alien.

“you’re my girlfriend AND my favorite artist?! am i living a fanfic?”

spirals. you’re hot. you’re talented. you’re secretly famous. you’re literally a pop punk goddess.

“so like… do i get VIP access to your concerts or do i have to cry in general admission?”

once tackled a guy backstage for breathing too close to you.

his lock screen? your album cover. his phone case? your lyrics.

calls your fanbase “his in-laws.”

kaiser michael

finds out via twitter trending.

trending topic: “WHO IS THE LEAD SINGER IN THIS BAND AND WHY IS SHE HOT???”

he’s like “who tf is this chick everyone’s thirsting ov–”

zooms in.

it’s. you.

spits out his wine.

immediately calls you with a perfectly calm, terrifying voice: “schatz. liebe. meine muse. care to tell me why the entire internet wants to lick your boots?”

you go “it wasn’t that deep” and he goes: “you were wearing leather pants and singing about dominance. it was absolutely that deep.”

watches every live show like he’s scouting you for a transfer window.

50% impressed. 50% aroused. 100% confused why you didn’t tell him first.

claps like a proud theater mom every time you hit a high note.

“i’ve decided to become your groupie. my ass looks good in fishnets.”

threatens your fans for fun.

lowkey jealous the spotlight’s not on him but deeply in love with how you take it anyway.

shidou ryusei

finds out because he saw a clip of your concert on tiktok where you licked the mic mid-performance.

immediately duets it with a thirst trap and the caption: “that’s my girl. hands off unless you’ve got a death wish 💋🔪”

comments “i taught her that tongue move btw” and gets banned for 24 hours.

facetimes you screaming: “YOU’RE IN A BAND? A BAND?? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A WHOLE ALTER EGO THAT LOOKS LIKE A VILLAIN I’D WANNA MAKE OUT WITH???”