"別れ!"

Tsukasa bid goodbye to the crowd, dissapearing to the wings on the side of the grand, glowing stage.

You had unfortunately earned the permanent role of his bodyguard, constantly needing to protect him from propaganda, take care of him and make sure he didn't fuck up.

Did he respect you?

Yes. No. Depended on his mood.

He strutted backstage, a few beads of sweat on his face, his signature idol smile finally being allowed to fall.

He had been dense enough to perform for two hours straight, only taking a break at the hour mark, just to come right back on again.

Stupid? Yes. Dancing and singing for two hours isn't the best for the human body, even if they've been training it for years.

And now he had agreed to an encore, which was the most ridiculous decision of them all.

He liked to please his crowd, even if it meant his exhaustion.