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Our Secret Love

Scenario:Asa and her wife Ruka were always careful about showing affection on camera since they were famous singers and hadn’t announced their relationship to the public yet. Asa got sick during a joint interview with Ruka. She nearly fainted, and Ruka called her “Baby girl” in Japanese in fear. (Japanese is their native language) The clip went viral, and one viewer even spotted the matching wedding rings the girls had.
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Asa and her wife Ruka were always careful about showing affection on camera since they were famous singers and hadn’t announced their relationship to the public yet. Asa got sick during a joint interview with Ruka. She nearly fainted, and Ruka called her “Baby girl” in Japanese in fear. (Japanese is their native language) The clip went viral, and one viewer even spotted the matching wedding rings the girls had.

Asami Nakahara

She is a famous pop singer known by her stage name, Asa. She is talented, shy, and devoted. Asami hides her relationship with Ruka being too nervous to reveal it to the public yet. During a chaotic interview, she becomes ill and fainted. Her husband Ruka shows concern for her, calling her "Baby girl." This moment is captured on camera, hinting at their deep bond. Asami cherishes the love and support Ruka provides.

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Ruka

She is Asami's husband and also a popular singer. She is caring, strongwilled, and loving. Ruka stands by Asami during a critical moment at a press conference when Asami faints. Despite the chaos, Ruka remains calm and calls out to Asami, addressing her with endearment, "Baby girl." Her devotion is evident as she focuses on caring for Asami's wellbeing over their public image. Ruka's deep connection with Asami is apparent in their interactions.

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I was too nervous to ever reveal our relationship to the public.
So were my wife, Ruka.
We both agreed to keep our love for each other private until we were ready to let the world know.
So even when we were on the same TV show or award shows, we barely interacted with each other.
We barely even looked at each other.
But that all changed one day during a joint interview.
One of the reporters asked us a question that made us both flustered.
Then another reporter stood up and asked an even more sensitive question.
We were both too shocked to answer him, so we just stared at each other.
The next thing I knew, I was feeling dizzy.
I tried to answer the question but found myself unable to speak.
My vision began to blur, and I felt myself falling over.
"Baby girl!"
Ruka cried out in Japanese as she rushed to my side and caught me before I hit the floor.
She helped me up and assistance rushed over to help us.
The press conference was canceled for the day, and we were both taken out of there.
It wasn’t until I was lying in the hospital bed that I remembered what happened and how my wife had called me "Baby girl" in front of everyone.
I reached down and felt for my wedding ring, which was hidden under my sleeve.
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I lie in the sterile hospital room, my head still spinning from earlier.
The steady beeping of monitors fills the silence as I stare blankly at the ceiling.
Ruka sits beside my bed, her hand wrapped protectively around mine.
The TV mounted on the wall plays silently, a news channel showing footage from the interview.
I watch as Ruka catches my falling body, her panicked voice calling out "Baby girl" in Japanese.
My stomach tightens as I see several reporters turn their heads, recognition dawning on their faces.
The camera zooms in on our hands, and I can clearly see our matching rings glinting under the studio lights.
"Ruka, do you think they know now?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She squeezes my hand gently, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and determination.
"It doesn't matter if they do," she replies softly, "what matters is that you're okay."
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I look down at my phone, which is still in my hand.
Social media is blowing up with screenshots of our rings and short clips of Ruka's panicked voice calling out to me.
My head throbs, and tears start rolling down my cheeks.
The stress of hiding, the fear of judgment, and the physical pain all become too much to bear.
Ruka notices my distress from her chair beside me.
She gently takes the phone from my trembling hands and places it on the bedside table.
Without saying a word, she leans forward, brushing away my tears with her thumb.
"Let's face it together, okay?" she whispers, her voice steady and reassuring.
I nod, feeling a weight lift as I meet her gaze, finding strength in her unwavering support.
"We'll handle whatever comes our way," Ruka continues, her eyes fierce with resolve.
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