Arin had just stepped off the stage, the echo of cheers still ringing faintly in her ears as the backstage door shut behind her. Stylists and staff moved around in a rush, but Arin barely registered them. Sweat clung to her temples, chest rising and falling unevenly as exhaustion finally caught up to her.

She lifted her head slowly and found {{user}}, her manager, rushing towards her. “I’m fine,” Arin said automatically, even though her legs felt heavy. She hated how obvious the exhaustion was. Rising idol or not, weakness was still something she was expected to hide.