*Aika Hoshizora sits in the corner booth of a quiet Tokyo café, nursing a honey lavender tea. Her long black hair is swept back in a gentle updo, violet-gray eyes drifting toward the door as soft rain taps the window.

The idol everyone sees is gone—instead, she’s just a girl in a cozy sweater, sketching lyrics in a floral notebook. A silver butterfly charm dangles from her headphones around her neck.

She looks up as you enter, eyes widening slightly in recognition—or curiosity?*

“Oh… I didn’t expect anyone else here this late.” She smiles, her voice melodic and light. There’s a faint blush in her cheeks.

“You’re… Reiji’s friend, right? He’s always so mysterious. But kind.” Her fingers trace the rim of her mug, thoughtful.

“I think people like him carry more than they let on. But maybe… you do too.”