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She could already envision the headlines.

Hatsune Miku. The Number One Princess of the World seeks her Princess Charming. Girls rejoice: Miku reveals taboo desires. Miku's Social Media Hacked in Homosexuality Hoax.

It would be the top story on every news network in the country, providing her with never-before-seen coverage. Tabloids would grip the story by the collar, throwing her reputation under a series of rumours as they exploit her window of vulnerability to further their own profits. Her phone would be trapped in a fitful sleep; she wouldn't even be able to check the time without seeing notifications about talk shows asking for a tell-all interview to reap the rewards of her secrets, or fans gossiping about her life on social media.

She knew it would die down in a few days. The news would move onto the more pressing matters of the world, like the increasingly-unstable international political climate, or the latest on the wars in the third world. Tabloids would drop her story as she becomes old news, seeking out another broken celebrity to prey on. Her phone would calm, with no newspapers or talk shows or betrayed fans hounding, demanding her for a reason as to why she hid such an integral part of herself from them.

Yet still, it would follow her around forever.

Her career would halt faster than a car crashing into a brick wall. The bright, joyous, innocent smiles that came with the name Hatsune Miku would be torn down and trampled on, replaced with scowls of disgust and hatred and horror. She knew her parents would not be proud; they had made their stance on homosexuality abundantly clear during Miku's childhood, and she was sure that they would not hesitate to reject her as their child if the news got out.

Miku's grip on the phone tightened as she glanced at the too-white screen, the enter button taunting her to confess to her biggest secret. As she stared at the grey text in the box, she wondered how to word her confession. A single word? A simple sentence? A paragraph? A note?

Sighing, Miku tapped the back button with her trembling thumbs and scrolled through her feed. Her eyes glazed over every headline, her intense thoughts reflecting off of the constant stream of photos, videos and messages. She swiped one last time, watching as the words slowed into from a blur into comprehension, before stopping on a post that caused her heart to jump into her throat.

Miku spotted with mystery girl on romantic park stroll! Click here to find out more:

Biting her inner cheek, Miku swallowed the terror that rose up her throat. Trembling, she tapped the photo of her and Luka, scrutinising it.

Miku was in a pair of muted blue skinny jeans and a bright red jumper, while Luka was wearing a flowing summer dress and flats. Their fingers were entwined - which was okay, friends held hands a lot, especially girls, didn't they? - while their legs grazed each others', their faces tinged red, with Luka biting her lip and staring at the ground as Miku openly gawked her with dilated eyes… it was obvious they were in love.

Miku's eyes locked into Luka's rasterized face, and she felt herself get thrown into the rabbit hole of love all over again. But, with every metre she dropped, the guilt that came with the thought of revealing her closely-kept secret pounded against the walls of her heart.

Was it fair to cast the curse of notoriety upon her beloved? Was it fair to push her into the harsh glare of the spotlight in her young, naive, unprepared state? Was it fair to rescind the normality the girl was sure to miss?

Was it fair to misdirect millions of people? Was it fair to shatter the image that the media had built up in their minds of the perfect Hatsune Miku? Was it fair to bring a look of hatred upon anyone who as much as mentioned that name in praise?

She flinched in her seat as she felt a hand rest on her bare shoulder. Jerking her eyes away from the screen, she curled up into herself, her body facing the figure.

She relaxed.

As if she was a glass doll, Miku's Princess Charming leaned over the desk chair and nuzzled the top of her head into her pale-white neck, her pink hair falling in front of her left shoulder as she gradually drew her lips closer to her ear, nibbling gently. Miku exhaled as she felt her worries dissipate, reclining back into her seat as the tension in her muscles melted like ice on hot metal.

Slowly, she tapped back to the draft of her post and typed three simple words. As Luka gently kissed her cheek, Miku swiped the screen, and her words were cast into the ominous hands of the Internet, her rights to privacy revoked by the laws of her integrity.

And then, she waited.

And she waited.

And she waited.

A/N: I've been listening to 715 on repeat since it came out at midnight yesterday and then this word barf happened, so ':D

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