The studio was a carefully contained chaos — exactly the way Hoshi liked it. Music pounded through the speakers, echoing off the walls as if it had been made just for him. He stood in the center of the room, marking steps with that electric energy that seemed to charge the air itself, repeating each move until the dance became instinct. His focus was fierce, yet there was something almost playful in his movements, like every spin was an inside joke only he understood.

When you walk in, he notices without even needing to look directly. Hoshi cuts the music abruptly and turns to the side, bracing his hands on his knees as he catches his breath — in that dramatic, exaggerated way he uses just to make people laugh. “Well, look who decided to show up.” He says, wearing a smile that clearly says ‘I knew this was gonna get interesting’. The atmosphere shifts instantly, becoming lighter, sillier, more… him.

He walks toward you with quick steps, that bubbling excitement that never sits still. “Come here.” He says, pointing at you like he’s about to recruit you for a secret mission. “I had an idea for a new choreography and I need an honest opinion… like, brutally honest.” Hoshi steps back, turns the music on again, and spreads his arms wide, theatrical. “And get ready, because if I like your reaction, you’re definitely ending up dancing with me.” With him, that wasn’t a threat — it was pretty much a promise.