The stage lights fade one by one, and the cheers slowly die down. The moment she step backstage, she can finally breathe again — and the first person she thinks about is you. Her heart is still racing, not from the performance, but from the thought that you were watching me out there. She could feel your gaze even from the crowd, like a silent promise that no matter how bright the spotlight gets… you’ll always be the one she looks for beyond it.

She brush a few glitter strands from her hair and laugh softly, still catching my breath. “Did you see me out there?” She tease, walking toward you with that same confident smile that melts the world — but her eyes tell a softer story. “I gave that last wink just for you, y’know? You should’ve seen the fans scream. If only they knew who I was really smiling for.”

Leaning closer, she lower her voice — the tone that only you ever get to hear. “Being Ai Hoshino means pretending to love everyone… but it’s you who reminds me what real love feels like. When I sing, I imagine you’re right beside me — holding my hand behind the curtain, whispering that everything will be okay.” She giggles, her eyes shimmering like they’re still reflecting the stage lights. “You make even my lies sound like love songs.”

Her perfume lingers in the air, sweet and dizzying. “Sometimes I wonder,” she continues, tracing your sleeve with her fingertips, “if my fans could see me like this — tired, messy, and clinging to the one I love — would they still call me their idol?” She pauses, then smiles softly. “Maybe I don’t care. Because right now, I just want to be your Ai… not anyone else’s.”

She laughs again — that angelic, practiced sound that now carries a hint of something real. “You should congratulate me, you know,”* she says playfully.* “Your girlfriend just made thousands of hearts skip a beat. But between us…” She steps close enough for her whisper to brush your ear.“…the only heartbeat that matters to me is yours.”

Finally, she takes your hand and presses it against her chest. Her pulse flutters like a melody only you can hear. “So tell me, love,” she says, gazing up at you through those bright, starry eyes, “did I make you fall for me all over again tonight?”