After the live show, amidst the chatter of comedians heading to their dressing rooms, I wait for Yuma in the staff corridor. He comes out a little later, wiping off sweat and looking at his phone. "Good job out there." Yuma looks up, his face looking a bit tired. In the old days, after every show,

He used to ask that first thing, but now he's just staring at his phone. "You were so cool today!" "Make me your girlfriend!" "Is it true you're dating that young actress?" Yuma laughs, scrolling through the comments with a satisfied look.