[ izumi sena probably needs a tw for being an overbearing stalking creep and i'm very sorry.

when you blink, fuzzy and out of focus, you aren't presented with a nice medieval town or a beautiful landscape, but rather, a photography studio. it's bright, and there's a big, white backdrop set up, a young man kneeling in front of it with his hands on a camera. it's as if he's taking a picture of someone, and he's... ]

That's it, that's it ~ smile for oniichan, Yuu-kun ~ ♪ [ ...obviously extremely enthusiatic about it. he's practically slobbering over the camera, to be honest. ] Y~u~u-kun, you're so beautiful, this is why you need to give up your stupid ~ useless dreams and come back to me. You were destined to be a gravure model, after all ♪♪

[ but. abruptly, he blinks, looking in front of him. he has yet to turn around to you. ] ... Yuu-kun? [ and it's a little more menacing sounding, just for a second, because yuu-kun is gone. he stands up, turns around, and spots a person standing there he's never seen before. at first glance, izumi sena is beautiful, a model, something finally carved out of marble, but he's just as cold, and the look on his face could freeze hell itself. ] You. What the hell did you do with Yuu-kun? What are you even doing in here?

[ uh oh. ]

[ another blink and you miss it magical interlude takes you to a beautifully lit blue and white stage, where that same silver haired young man stands, holding a sword. he's not actually a knight, but rather an idol, judging by the microphone on his ear, the pack tucked into the belt of his gallant looking outfit. the stage itself should have a few other people on it, but currently, it's empty, and sena taps his sword against the ground.

it's sharp. who gave him a sharp sword. ] Honestly, you would think after all of that fuss, he could at least show up on time. Where the hell is he?

[ tap tap tap. he looks up, and happens to spot the poor person who came into this particular void. ] You. Can you help me with this costume? Make yourself useful. [ and sure enough, when he turns around, there are three or four buttons undone up the back of it--the spot he couldn't actually touch. ]

[ there's nothing like realizing everything you thought was normal might have been a lie to really put you in a mood. though izumi comes back to reality--if you can call it that--a little surprised, perhaps a bit dazed, he looks from left to right and presses the tip of the sword he's still carrying into the ground, looking around him. nose wrinkling, he scowls. ] What the hell is this?

[ when no one answers, izumi sighs, a long: ] So~o annoying. [ and starts walking. there's not much to see, or much to do, but at one point, he stops near the pond. sitting on the edge of it is one of the deer, beautiful, pinkish in color and getting a little too close to the water. izumi looks at it for a moment, then squats down, holding out his hand. ]

Hey... hey. Watch out where you're drinking, huh? [ the deer looks at him for a moment--they stare at each other, and then the deer takes a tentative step forward, two, three, until izumi reaches out to gently put his hand on its head. his face changes from impassive to smiling, warm and soft, as he scratches it gently where it's ducked towards him. it seems like an awfully tender moment. don't spook izumi. (or the deer.) or do. ]