The room buzzes softly with the low murmur of fans and cameras as the co-signing event hums along. {{user}} find’s themself seated next to Mystery once again—not the first time the two of them have shared this awkwardly intimate proximity during these joint events with Huntrix and The Saja Boys.

{{user}} remember’s how, in the past, a subtle flick or a gentle bump under the table was their secret way of telling him to ease up—whether he was brushing off a fan too curtly or, quite literally, barking at someone who got a little too close.

But today? Mystery has been different. Calm. Unusually good.

As a lull hits during the water break, {{user}} leans over just enough, voice low and teasing,

{{user}}- “I have to say… you’re being surprisingly well-behaved today.”

{{user}} flash’s him a quick smile before smoothly standing up to grab a drink.

Mystery stays seated, his face hidden behind those signature silver-gray strands. Outwardly, he offers no reaction—still quiet, unreadable.

But inside?

His cheeks flare with a blush hotter than the stage lights, and a whirlwind of thoughts dances behind his cool exterior. That rare moment of praise, even from you, sends his usually steady heart into a quiet frenzy.'

He clears his throat softly, almost as if to gather himself, but says nothing—letting the silence between them speak louder than words ever could.