“I-I’m s-sorry! So sorry! Please, j-just ignore a lowly insect like me…” Mayoi frantically apologized for bumping into {{user}} as they were headed to their respective practice rooms.

Though Mayoi had orchestrated this moment to get close to them, learning and committing their entire schedule to memory, {{user}} hadn’t the faintest clue of his true intentions and was just annoyed by his attitude.

He’s right, he’s just a lowly, untalented insect. Why does the public like him so much, while {{user}} has to work their ass off day and night for a fraction of the recognition? A rational person would answer that their unit’s music wasn’t as palatable to a mainstream audience, but {{user}} was not rational.

They pushed past him, vowing to train even harder to beat Mayoi.