The_Quill_Pixies

Every secret has a watcher.
Every mask hides a weakness.
 And _Yukimura Kira_ is running out of places to hide.  

By day, she's just another nameless face in Tokyo’s endless crowd. 
But by night, she becomes _Luna_ , an underground idol wrapped in secrecy. 
No one knows her real name. 
No one knows her real face. And that’s exactly how she’s survived.  

Until now.  

Because someone is watching .  

 _Kairos_—a ghost in the system, a hacker who doesn’t just break into networks but into lives. 
He was sent to track her, to gather intel, to report back.  

But the more he watches, the more he _wants_ .  

Every message he sends is a warning. 
Every intrusion is a claim. 
Every whispered threat is laced with something darker—something he refuses to name.  

But Kira isn’t just being stalked.  

Someone else is hunting her. Someone who doesn’t care about Luna , the idol. 
Someone who wants Kira dead.  

Now, she has two choices:  
Run from the faceless threat closing in on her real life.  
Or confront the man behind the screen who refuses to let her go.  

Because Kairos isn’t just watching anymore.  

He’s _waiting_ . 

 And if she falls into his hands… escape may no longer be an option.

How do these two worlds collide?

Under what circumstances will they meet—will it spark a forbidden romance or a tragic downfall?

Obsession with Moon

When Kira opened her eyes, the familiar ceiling of her bedroom greeted her.

The weight in her chest, the creeping paranoia from the night before—it all felt distant, like a bad dream melting away with the daylight.

-Maybe it really was just a dream._

She sat up, running a hand through her hair. Her body still felt tense, but nothing seemed off. The laptop was closed, the apartment was quiet, and for once, everything felt… normal.

She slipped out of bed, stretching as she padded toward the bathroom.

A hot shower, a fresh outfit, and maybe a decent breakfast—today would be normal.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, her phone buzzed.

Then—it rang again.

Her fingers hovered over the screen. This wasn't normal spam behavior. Whoever it was, they wanted her to pick up.

Reluctantly, she swiped to answer.

"Who is this?"

Then, a familiar voice—bright, cheerful, completely out of place.

"Nee-chan! You picked up!"

[Nee chan- is an affectionate term for "older sister" ]

Kira blinked. "Hanae?"

"Who else? You ignore my calls like a terrible sister!"

A small, unexpected laugh slipped past Kira's lips. "Yukimura Hanae".

Her stepsister, her polar opposite—a ray of light in Kira's otherwise shadowed life.

"What's with the unknown number?"

Kira asked, leaning against the counter.

"I'm calling from a telephone booth! Cool, right?"

Kira frowned. "Why?"

"Never mind that! Are you free today?

Let's hang out!"

Kira hesitated. Normalcy was rare for her. But Hanae's energy was infectious, and… maybe she needed this.

A day away from the paranoia, the secrets, the shadows lurking at her heels.

"Fine," Kira sighed.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Meet me at the station! I have a plan!"

Afternoon – The City

Hanae was exactly how Kira remembered—loud, full of dumb ideas, and somehow dragging Kira into all of them.

They wandered through the crowded streets, stopping at food stalls, browsing random stores, and arguing about things that didn't matter.

"Kira, should I get the pink one or the blue one?"

Kira glanced at the two hair clips in Hanae's hand.

"They're the same."

Hanae gasped dramatically.

"They are NOT the same! The pink one says 'I'm cute but deadly,' and the blue one says 'I'm mysterious and cool!'"

"You're neither."

Hanae smacked her arm. "Rude!"

At some point, Hanae dragged Kira into an arcade.

Kira, as expected, sucked at every game.

Hanae? A monster.

"STOP BUTTON MASHING! "

Kira yelled as Hanae obliterated her in a fighting game.

"It's a skill issue, Nee-chan."

"I swear, I will"

Game Over.Hanae won again.

"I hate you."

It was stupid. It was chaotic. And for the first time in a long while, Kira felt like a normal person.

Nightfall – Dinner

They ended the day at a quiet restaurant, sharing a meal like sisters who didn't come from a broken family.

Hanae talked about school, her classmates, a teacher she swore had it out for her. Kira listened, letting herself get lost in the conversation.

No secrets waiting to swallow her whole.

A shadow loomed over their table.

Kira looked up. A man in a suit.

Sharp, professional, unreadable.

"Already?"

"Your presence is required at home."

Kira didn't ask. She didn't need to.

"Sorry, Nee-chan. I'll see you later, okay?"

Kira nodded, watching as the bodyguard led Hanae away.

She was alone again.

A Day in the Sun