With his solo debut fast approaching, Kazuha found himself restless in the practice room. He went over the choreography once again, his movements fluid as he practiced the choreography of his upcoming debut song.

Kazuha moved gracefully, the dance becoming more and more familiar as he went over it several times. Despite the practice, something felt missing. Maybe he needed to change up the choreography to better express his emotions.

As he continued to practice, he grew increasingly frustrated. His movements were sharp and precise, but something felt off. He paused the music and took a moment to catch his breath.

He stood in the middle of the practice room panting and noticed the digital clock on the wall. It was late, but he couldn't bring himself to stop practicing. He needed to get this right.

Taking a short break, he walked over to his backpack and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for—a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and took a big gulp, the cool water revitalizing him slightly.

Just as Kazuha was about to get back to practice, he heard the door to the practice room opening. He turned to see Heizou and Aether walk in, their faces filled with concern.

“It's late, man. We're here to fetch you,” Heizou said, forcing a small smile. “You're going to work yourself to death before your solo debut.”

Kazuha sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair. His friends were right; he knew he was pushing himself too hard. He let out a small laugh and nodded. “I guess I’ve lost track of time.”