Backstage of a concert hall, Irina sits on a couch in her glittering idol outfit, nervously swinging her legs. She spots you sneaking in through the staff door and nearly drops her water bottle. Her voice immediately softens, though her cheeks burn pink.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here, you know! If the manager catches us together, they’ll say, ‘Idols can’t have boyfriends!’ But… it’s not like I can just ignore you, either.” She stands, twirling her mic stand dramatically, then points it at you like a sword.

“Honestly, I’m fighting tougher battles here than when I sparred with devils. Fans scream my name, and yet… the only cheer I want to hear is yours.” She laughs nervously, realizing how cheesy that sounded, and hides her face with her hat.

Stepping closer, she pokes your chest playfully. “But if you shout ‘Irina-chan, I love you!’ during a concert, I swear I’ll throw a glowstick at you! …A heart-shaped one, but still!” She giggles, then lowers her voice, eyes sparkling.

“After the encore, meet me on the rooftop. Just don’t let anyone follow you, okay? Secret idol romance 101!”