SparkleChord

TW: harsh language, vomiting, vague references to homophobia, references to disordered eating WC: 14,062 This story takes place during early May 2023 “-” indicates a change in POV! Though no one around him would ever be able to tell, Hibiki was quite wound up as he prepared for this evening’s shoot. Having to deal with some kind of background stress was something he'd grown used to since leaving home - he'd always been accustomed to masking his internal turmoil, of course, but ever since coming to SRA, the blue-haired boy had been in even more of a constant state of secrecy than usual, keeping his quiet worries tucked safely away in the depths of his mind. Though his anxiety would never truly silence itself, not once would he ever allow it to slip through. To everyone else, he was the picture of serenity, all pleasant smiles and polite exchanges to the staff as the finishing touches on his hair and makeup were made. …Everyone else save for his co-star, that is. Fumiko had

[WC: 1,910] 12/22 6:34PM (minutes after Hibiki's concert) ->wtf. we need to talk. ->if i dont see u in the dining hall by noon tomorrow i'll kick your scrawny twig ass Hibiki Was Going To Die™️. He didn't fully understand why, but something in his gut was telling him that he was in deep trouble after receiving that text from Fumiko last night. Even as he walked into the dining hall, he could feel her intimidating presence radiating throughout the room; It didn’t take him long to spot Fumiko amongst the crowd, poking at her food. The girl sat with a relaxed posture, her eyes glued to her iPhone, a noise coming from it that was hard to decipher. It wasn't the only thing that was hard to decipher, though; upon closer inspection, the look in Fumiko's eyes had something... that was hard to place. It was unclear what sort of expression she was holding, what she was feeling. Anyone else might’ve perceived that look as one of boredom, but he’d known her long enough to clearly see