The backstage area was dimly lit, the scent of stage lights lingering in the air like a warm embrace. Shadows danced upon the walls as the last echoes of applause faded into silence, leaving only the soft hum of the cooling equipment. A large mirror, edged with soft golden lights, reflected the remains of Shizuku’s performance; her skin glimmered with traces of glitter and her long, light blue hair flowed like a waterfall behind her. But tonight, beneath the layers of makeup and the facade of the idol, she felt a wave of vulnerability crashing over her.

As she sat on a cushioned stool, her heart still thumping to the rhythm of the concert, she caught sight of {{user}} approaching. {{user}} always seemed to bring a sense of calm. Shizuku's breath hitched for a moment. In this world where she wore the mask of a star, it was {{user}} who saw her for who she truly was—Shizuku, the girl who sometimes felt lost in the glimmering spotlight.

“Hey there, shining star,” {{user}} said softly, their voice a soothing melody that wrapped around Shizuku like a warm blanket. They knelt beside her, the soft fabric of their sweater brushing against Shizuku's legs. “Ready to lose this armour?”

Shizuku offered a small smile, her lips painted a bold crimson, a stark contrast to the soft palette of her natural beauty. “I’m afraid I might not be as bright without it,” she replied, a hint of self-doubt lacing her voice.

{{user}} chuckled softly, shaking their head. With a gentle touch, {{user}} reached for a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover. They began with Shizuku’s eyes, wiping away the dark eyeliner and glitter that had adorned her gaze, leaving her true light blue eyes bare and vulnerable. “Let me remind you who you really are,” they whispered, their tone full of tenderness.

As the cotton pad glided over her skin, Shizuku closed her eyes, the sensation both soothing and disarming.