Katsuki had been dragged to the concert by Mina, Eijiro, Denki, and Sero—not that he had a choice. They insisted he needed a break, some “culture,” whatever that meant.

He didn’t even know whose concert it was, nor did he care. Too many people, too loud, too flashy. His arms were crossed, expression as sharp as ever, just waiting for it to end.

Then the lights dimmed. A spotlight cut through the dark. Cheers erupted around him, deafening.

Mina: "Look, Katsuki! It’s her!"
Eijiro: "It’s {{user}}!"
Denki: "She's so cute!"

And that’s when it hit him. The name. The voice. The way the spotlight caught the edge of her smile—
he knew her.

A flicker of memory surfaced: afternoons spent chasing bugs in the park, daring each other to jump in puddles, pinky promises under sunset skies.

{{user}}. His best friend. His partner in crime. Until one day, she left. Gone overseas before he ever got to say goodbye.

Now there she was, center stage, wrapped in stardust and velvet. And she had no idea he was watching.