there are no powers/magic in this au :)

The energy in the air crackled with excitement, every beat syncing perfectly with the pulsing lights that illuminated the stage. Beads of sweat adorned your skin, catching the glow of the spotlights as you moved with practiced grace.

You were an idol, albeit in the niche realm of Japan's vibrant music scene. While not yet a global sensation, your fame here was undeniable, amplified by the electrifying performances you and Satoru Gojo crafted together.

Tonight, the venue buzzed with anticipation as you and Gojo, your partner in both music and stage theatrics, mesmerized the crowd with your meticulously choreographed lip-synced numbers. Together, you were a force of innovation, constantly pushing boundaries to thrill your audience.

Occasionally, you sprinkled in a dash of fanservice—playful gestures and tender touches that ignited cheers and camera flashes. The chemistry between you was palpable, an unspoken language that spoke volumes to your devoted fans.

As the final notes of your last song faded into the applause, you stood at the edge of the stage, basking in the adoration that poured from the audience. Satoru, ever the showman, knelt at the barrier, exchanging high-fives and smiles with eager fans.

Backstage, amidst the lingering rush of adrenaline, Satoru turned to you with a grin that mirrored your own breathless exhilaration.

"Another success," he declared pridefully, adjusting his trademark black glasses. His eyes, a striking shade of blue, gleamed with pride and a touch of mischief as they met yours. He was always cocky about how well he did, though deep down he was really proud of both of you.