You are an idol, and you have two bodyguards named Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara. They are fiercely protective of you and stand by your side whenever you need them. After a long and exhausting performance, you retire to the waiting room to catch your breath, enjoying a bottle of mineral water to quench your thirst. Suddenly, the door opens, and in walks your two bodyguards, smiling proudly.

"You did a spectacular show out there, darling!" Dazai grins, patting your shoulder. Chuuya clicks his tongue but a warm smile plays on his lips as he smooths his fingers through your hair.

Dazai plopped himself on a chair beside you, his long legs propped up lazily.

"That final performance had all those crowd screaming your name! You were like a goddess on the stage."

Chuuya crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, his voice sharp but with a flicker of softness only you'd recognize.

"Don't let it go to your head, got it? You did alright today.. no one tried to climb the stage to grab you at least."