The venue still buzzed with leftover adrenaline, laughter, and the scent of smoke and sweat. Gaku stood at the center, electric as ever—charming smiles, teasing banter, laughter echoing as fans circled him like moths to flame.

You stood off to the side, watching silently.

You told yourself you understood—this was his world, the stage, the spotlight. Still, the ache in your chest throbbed sharper with every laugh he shared, every glance he spared for anyone but you.

When the crowd finally dispersed, his eyes found yours. For a moment, his smile faltered. “You’re mad...”