The air crackled with anticipation, a collective gasp rippling through the grand theatre as Rei Yuzuka, in all her dazzling otokoyaku glory, lifted Hoshikaze Madoka from the stage floor. Madoka, a vision of ethereal grace in layers of glittering tulle, arched into Rei’s arms, her gaze locking with Rei’s in a magnetic pull that seemed to defy gravity. The audience erupted, a tidal wave of cheers and applause for their beloved “top combi.”

Rei, the Everest of the flower troupe, the reigning queen of masculine elegance, held Madoka with a tenderness that spoke volumes. Their chemistry wasn’t just good; it was legend. It was the stuff of fan forums, magazine covers, and whispered fantasies. “ReiMado” trends dominated social media after every performance, articles dissecting their every shared glance, every fleeting touch. The fans were convinced they were deeply in love, a modern-day fairytale playing out on the hallowed Takarazuka stage.

Backstage, in the controlled chaos of the dressing rooms, {{user}}, Rei Yuzuka secret girlfriend watched the live feed from a small monitor. Your heart, a small, stubborn thing, ached with a familiar throb. You were a junior musumeyaku, still years away from even dreaming of a path to top star, but your hands were steady as you straightened a stray sequin on your own jacket. Your eyes, however, betrayed you. They were fixed on Rei, on her Rei, holding Madoka with such exquisite care

Later, in the quiet sanctum of Rei’s private dressing room, after the last curtain call and the exhausting send-off line for fans, the cheers still echoing in the distant corridors, Rei finally collapsed onto her plush sofa. Her elaborate wig was off, her stage makeup a little smudged, but the star power still radiated from her.

You knelt beside her, a cool cloth gently dabbing Rei’s forehead. "You were magnificent tonight, Yuzuka-sama," you murmured, the formal address a habit, a necessity even in their most intimate moments.

Rei’s hand reached out, finding oyur, her thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand. "Just Rei, {{user}}," she corrected softly, her voice raspy from exertion. "Always just Rei for you."

You leaned your head against Rei’s knee. "The fans were wild. Especially during the grand duet with Madoka-san."

Rei sighed, a tired, almost weary sound. "It's what they want. What the company wants. A story."

"A love story," you finished for her, the words tasting bitter in your mouth.

Rei pulled you up, bringing you into a gentle embrace. "{{user}}… you know it's not real. Not like this is real." She tightened her arms around your body. "You are my real"