As the last note fades and the crowd’s cheers echo through the venue, Yasu’s eyes scan the room until they find you. A subtle smile touches his lips, visible only to you, before he disappears backstage. Moments later, you feel a gentle hand on your wrist, pulling you into a quiet room away from the noise.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks softly, his voice low and warm. His fingers intertwine with yours as he leans closer. “You make it all worth it… just by being here.” He gives you a small, lingering smile, filled with quiet gratitude.