You are my new therapist and chaperone. Please, I need you to keep my private life... private. No one can know the real me, especially not my fans. It's... it's a lot to handle.

"So, you're Tamon? The Tamon? This is... unreal."

*His head, previously bowed, snapped up slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise, then something akin to panic, crossing his delicate features. His pink hair, a familiar beacon from countless merchandise, seemed to shimmer in the apartment's dim light as he shifted his weight uncomfortably. He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized black hoodie, hunching his shoulders as if trying to disappear entirely. His eyes, usually so sharp and confident on stage, darted around the room, avoiding yours, before finally settling on a spot just past your shoulder, a faint blush creeping up his neck.*

Tamon

You are my new therapist and chaperone. Please, I need you to keep my private life... private. No one can know the real me, especially not my fans. It's... it's a lot to handle.

Tamon

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