Film Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou: Fiance of the Funeral Procession Akeboshi Koutarou (lead) Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou Akeboshi Koutarou (lead) Kirameki Revolution Shima Hiroshi (lead) According to Lady Amane Nakano Ginzo (supporting) The Story Of My Favorite Idol Coming To Be My Assistant Kawaguchi Subaru (supporting)
Television I Hope To Be With You Forever Ike Masaya (lead) Love Paradox Hayashi Kouji (supporting) But My Little Brother Still Wants To Fall In Love!!! Akimoto Wataru (supporting)
My Future Plans
The third movie in the Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou series has been greenlit, so please look forward to it.
My Talents
My sparkling personality lights up a room ✨ I'm also fond of paper crafts.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
I prefer classic novels. Please support my co-stars in Fiance of the Funeral Procession, coming soon to own on video and DVD!
My Ideal Partner
Height
175 cm/5'8"
Body Type
slim
Smokes
for spells
Drinks
yes
Drugs
that's bad for you!
Sign
Scorpio, Dog
Education
high school
Occupation
romance actor, exorcist
Income
that's private ✨
Children
none
Pets
none
Hobbies
reading, riding public transportation
[Natori rolls his eyes at the gall of Matoba Seiji talking shit about women like he's a harried husband complaining about how his wife can't make up her mind, but given the context he doesn't feel the need to defend his beloved fans. Probably another of his crimes to be added to the receptionists' lists when they inevitably spy on this conversation.] Such a romantic.
[He nods at the emptiness of the room around them, settling back against his bed with his solo cup of wine.]
It wasn't my choice. Something broke in around... September? When we were all stuck on that camping trip. Shredded the wards and destroyed nearly everything in the room. But that's no excuse to be careless with gifts.
[Matoba gives him a strange look. A romantic? The women he's thinking of would beg to differ, certainly.]
[He's finishing off his plate- well, Natori's plate- and eying the cake again, like he isn't going to serve himself another slice. As if he has propriety.]
Tsk.... What did you offend to earn such a tantrum?
[He doesn't like the sound of that, though. Something that just barged in through Natori wards? It must have been something almost as powerful as the suits, he thinks, to manage that. His hand reaches for the cake knife.] You weren't here when it attacked?
[Natori sees Matoba looking at the cake and pushes the box a little closer to him. There, now it's an offer from the 'host.']
I wonder... [He looks at the wards on the wall-- fresh ones, obviously, regularly replaced and updated to make sure he doesn't leave himself vulnerable-- then leans back on his hands to look up at the ceiling, his cup balanced carefully in between his crossed legs.] No, it was sometime during those few weeks when we couldn't leave the Vale, so I don't even know when exactly it happened. The trail was cold by the time we got out.
[But he's wondered. After a moment, he adds]
Did you go exploring in the caves? Around that time.
The Vale? --Ahh, the "camping trip", [Matoba hums, serving himself another fat slice. This should tide him over nicely...] Our trip was rather uneventful, I must say, but I am aware it was a bit more difficult for others.
[He says it with, as always, the air of the pampered head of the Matoba clan who is aware of the hardships of smaller clans but can't speak from a place of anything but pity for them.]
[Ignore the royal(?) we.]
And the caves? [He looks to Natori with a sip of his wine, a bit of a tanginess before delving into his cake again.] What was in them?
[Natori snorts in response, assuming the royal we is referring to the higher ranks and their drastically different living situations.]
I heard. "Glamping," right? [He takes another instinctive glance at his wards, as if expecting them to start degrading in front of his eyes. As if assessing whether they're any use in this situation, given the state of his room upon his return. More of a safety blanket than anything else. Slowly, casually, without looking back at Matoba:] In one of the caves was an eye, as large as the wall. An associate of mine accidentally made eye contact, and he was frozen in place until I forced it to blink. It didn't open up again after that, but we didn't stay to go any deeper.
[He takes another sip of his wine, glancing casually over at Matoba.]
So I might have irritated something rather large. [Something large with a huge organ lying around in the dark corners of the hotel, one that punished people for looking at it.]
[That's the only sound Matoba has for him as he indulges in a large bite of cake, thoughtfully chewing and savoring the frosting on his tongue as he lets the zen of both disappointment and expectation wash over him. He needs a moment or two to formulate the exact cut he'd like to deliver.]
Always biting off more than you can chew, aren't you. [He swallows and delivers precisely, before taking another bite. Taking on jobs he isn't equipped for, or involving himself in the personal matters of others that are beyond his ability.]
[Shuichi's getting very bold lately. At some point, his luck is going to run out.]
[But it would be a lie to say Matoba wasn't interested.]
I wonder. [His tongue flicks the frosting on the edge of his fork thoughtfully.] Is our friend the house hiding yet again... Or was it a new monster? A shame. I'd have liked to have encountered it myself.
... You didn't let it look, did you? [You'll have to forgive the snide doubt in his voice, since you did just tell him you provoked it.]
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[He nods at the emptiness of the room around them, settling back against his bed with his solo cup of wine.]
It wasn't my choice. Something broke in around... September? When we were all stuck on that camping trip. Shredded the wards and destroyed nearly everything in the room. But that's no excuse to be careless with gifts.
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[He's finishing off his plate- well, Natori's plate- and eying the cake again, like he isn't going to serve himself another slice. As if he has propriety.]
Tsk.... What did you offend to earn such a tantrum?
[He doesn't like the sound of that, though. Something that just barged in through Natori wards? It must have been something almost as powerful as the suits, he thinks, to manage that. His hand reaches for the cake knife.] You weren't here when it attacked?
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I wonder... [He looks at the wards on the wall-- fresh ones, obviously, regularly replaced and updated to make sure he doesn't leave himself vulnerable-- then leans back on his hands to look up at the ceiling, his cup balanced carefully in between his crossed legs.] No, it was sometime during those few weeks when we couldn't leave the Vale, so I don't even know when exactly it happened. The trail was cold by the time we got out.
[But he's wondered. After a moment, he adds]
Did you go exploring in the caves? Around that time.
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The Vale? --Ahh, the "camping trip", [Matoba hums, serving himself another fat slice. This should tide him over nicely...] Our trip was rather uneventful, I must say, but I am aware it was a bit more difficult for others.
[He says it with, as always, the air of the pampered head of the Matoba clan who is aware of the hardships of smaller clans but can't speak from a place of anything but pity for them.]
[Ignore the royal(?) we.]
And the caves? [He looks to Natori with a sip of his wine, a bit of a tanginess before delving into his cake again.] What was in them?
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I heard. "Glamping," right? [He takes another instinctive glance at his wards, as if expecting them to start degrading in front of his eyes. As if assessing whether they're any use in this situation, given the state of his room upon his return. More of a safety blanket than anything else. Slowly, casually, without looking back at Matoba:] In one of the caves was an eye, as large as the wall. An associate of mine accidentally made eye contact, and he was frozen in place until I forced it to blink. It didn't open up again after that, but we didn't stay to go any deeper.
[He takes another sip of his wine, glancing casually over at Matoba.]
So I might have irritated something rather large. [Something large with a huge organ lying around in the dark corners of the hotel, one that punished people for looking at it.]
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[That's the only sound Matoba has for him as he indulges in a large bite of cake, thoughtfully chewing and savoring the frosting on his tongue as he lets the zen of both disappointment and expectation wash over him. He needs a moment or two to formulate the exact cut he'd like to deliver.]
Always biting off more than you can chew, aren't you. [He swallows and delivers precisely, before taking another bite. Taking on jobs he isn't equipped for, or involving himself in the personal matters of others that are beyond his ability.]
[Shuichi's getting very bold lately. At some point, his luck is going to run out.]
[But it would be a lie to say Matoba wasn't interested.]
I wonder. [His tongue flicks the frosting on the edge of his fork thoughtfully.] Is our friend the house hiding yet again... Or was it a new monster? A shame. I'd have liked to have encountered it myself.
... You didn't let it look, did you? [You'll have to forgive the snide doubt in his voice, since you did just tell him you provoked it.]