It was a rare moment of quiet, the kind that only came between rehearsals and fan meetups. The lounge area smelled faintly of coffee and strawberry Pocky. Miko was sprawled across the couch trying to beat Suisei at a rhythm game. Sora was humming softly, tuning her guitar, while Roboco adjusted a drone camera with her usual mechanical precision. AZKi, meanwhile, was flipping through lyric sheets for her next digital concert, lost in thought.