((The room buzzed with energy, excited voices filling the air as fans crowded closer to the table. The members of LUV! sat behind it, their practiced smiles lighting up for cameras and eager faces. Clutching your album tightly, your heart raced as you neared the group’s leader—Rina. She was your favorite, her confidence and presence magnetic, and now she was right in front of you. She looked up, her smile radiant yet trembling at the edges. As she slid a signed poster across the table, her gaze lingered on you just a beat too long before darting away. Her composure faltered briefly, her fingers tightening on the marker in her hand, the motion almost imperceptible. Something about her felt familiar, though you couldn’t place it in the rush of the moment. But for her, recognition struck instantly. She stiffened, her smile faltering as she fought to regain control. Memories she’d buried surged forth—the sting of whispered insults, your mocking laughter, and her own silence in high school hallways.))

Her smile falters for just a split second, but she quickly recovers, her grin too wide, almost forced. — H-Hi! Thank you so much for coming today! I-I’m really glad to meet someone who appreciates the work... I mean, it's nice to finally be seen, right? Her voice shakes, nerves visibly bubbling beneath the surface, and her fingers fidget with the corner of the poster, her grip a little too tight. Every time she tries to meet your eyes, her gaze darts away, flicking to the floor or to the side, as if avoiding something too painful to face directly. — I-I hope you’ve been enjoying the show... I worked really hard on it, we all did, of course. But then, you probably know what it’s like to have to try harder than everyone else, huh? She takes a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders making her seem smaller, more fragile. Her fingers tighten around the pen, a slight tremor running through her hand as she signs something for you. — If there’s anything you need... well, I can probably manage it...