femslashficlets | Tarot Cards Prompt - The World (Osomatsu-san)

Title: Such Was Show Business
Fandom: Osomatsu-san
Pairing: Nyaa/Totoko
Rating: G
Prompt: The World - succes in anything wordly, but not for free
Word Count: 400
Summary: Nyaa Hashimoto had it all an idol could ask for. Fame, fans, money, fashion—name it and she could easily have it. Except all good things had cons weighing it down.

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Nyaa Hashimoto had it all an idol could ask for. Fame, fans, money, fashion—name it and she could easily have it. Singing had always been a personal project of hers, something she had always adored the prospect of doing, performing in front of a large audience all there for her and basking in the success of a job well done. Had she always thought she’d make it? Of course not, she had been a shy and uncertain girl once too, but enough ambition could at least allow her to try. She was grateful she had made it this far.

Except all good things had cons weighing it down. There were the creepy or clingy fans, the restrictions on her life from her company and the very fans who claimed to love her, the fact she couldn’t exist in public and have peace, all the women who hated her because their boyfriends loved her more, the competitive nature of idols. All that sucked, but what truly bothered her was more personal than them all.

In middle school, she had looked up to Totoko Yowai, had wanted to be her, befriend her, get to know her. She would fantasize about it, what it would be like to be known by such a beautiful and stylish upperclassman. Before she had been below such a girl and had never dreamed that would change.

Then years passed and she became a successful idol and Totoko failed to even turn in viewers in the double digits. Ridiculous. If she didn’t see herself as worth it, she would be questioning more why it wasn’t the other way around. Still, Totoko hated her for this, truly loathed Nyaa from the depths of her being. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Nyaa’s childhood desires were crushed and were unlikely to be revived and sometimes she grew frustrated and angry by it. How she would never have what she had deeply wanted. That her enjoyment of her promising career was tainted by this reminder every day. Totoko was still beautiful, still stylish, still talented, unchanging since the years Nyaa had known about her.

And she wanted Totoko. It gnawed at her constantly, an itch she wouldn’t ever be able to scratch. They would be forever stuck as bitter rivals; not friends, not allies, not even acquaintances, but scornful competitors. It sickened her.

Such was show business.