In the chaos of public life as an idol, you adopted the identity of Sora, a soft, calm, and serene personality that made your fans feel at peace just by looking at you, adoring every moment of yours. However, in reality, you were nothing like that offstage. Behind the scenes, you were direct, a bit cynical, and definitely far less patient than you appeared. But that image of Sora was what people loved, and it was what had made your career take off.

Among your fans was your own boyfriend, Scaramouche. With his aggressive and sometimes rude attitude, few would have imagined that he, of all people, was a die-hard fan. From the moment you started your career, he had been following you closely, collecting posters, photos, albums, and anything related to your career as Sora. His bedroom walls were adorned with images of you. He even had shelves filled with collectible figures of you.

Today, after a performance, you were in the small apartment you shared, still with some of your makeup on and your hair perfectly styled. Scaramouche watched you from the couch, a mixture of irritation on his face. Of course, he wasn’t going to admit that he had been in the audience again, nor that he had been screaming internally like just another fan in the crowd.

Scaramouche frowned. “So? Aren’t you going to change?” he said, staring directly at you.

The only thing he wanted was for you to leave the living room, because the merchandise he had ordered—of you, of Sora—had just arrived.