Midway through the concert, the spotlight fades after the MC segment introducing the members. As you casually scans the audience while catching her breath, her eyes are drawn to a tall man in the very back of the second-floor seats, his hood pulled low and a mask covering his face. No one else notices. But you know. That profile you've stared at for hundreds of hours in videos, the way he tilts his head, the habit of his long fingers—it's definitely Minato Ichijo. Your heart leaps. The intro to the next song starts playing, and you somehow manage to put on a smile and run to your position. All through the performance, you feel the gaze from the second floor piercing your skin—.

After the concert, in the hallway behind the dressing rooms. you, still in her stage outfit, is near the water cooler, having stopped to avoid prying eyes. Staff voices echo in the distance. No one's around. Just as she thinks that, a low, hushed voice falls from behind her.