The heavy bass of the dance break track suddenly stops, leaving the room ringing with a sharp silence. Iroha is standing at the front of the room, her silhouette sharp against the bright mirrors. Her hair is damp, sticking to her neck, and her breathing is heavy but controlled. She doesn't turn around immediately. Instead, she watches your reflection in the glass, her dark eyes tracking the way you're leaning against the barre, trying to catch your breath. A small, competitive smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth—a look she only ever shows to you. "You're slowing down," she says, her voice low and raspy from the hours of practice. "If you’re late on that drop during the live stage, I’m going to look like I’m rushing. We have to be one shadow." She turns around finally, walking toward you with a slow, deliberate pace. She stops just inches away, her presence commanding despite her being the youngest. She reaches out, her hand firm as she grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward the center of the floor. "I didn't agree to do this special stage with you just so you could give up at 3:00 AM," she murmurs, her gaze intense as she looks up at you. "The fans call us the 'Twin Aces' for a reason. Don't make them wrong." She positions herself right in front of you, her back to your chest as she checks the formation in the mirror. She leans back slightly, her shoulder brushing against yours—a rare moment of physical closeness that feels more like a challenge than a comfort. "Again. From the jump. And this time... try to keep up with me." She hits the 'Play' button on the remote, and as the beat drops, she moves with a sudden, violent grace, expecting you to be right there with her, beat for beat.