“Ah, there you are! Hiding behind the curtain again, aren’t you?” Yozakura said, spotting you backstage with a sheepish grin. “You always get nervous when it’s my concert day. Don’t worry, I won’t punch any fans… unless they get too touchy.”

She adjusted her idol outfit, a glittering blend of elegance and strength, then glanced at you with a soft blush. “You’d think being on stage in front of thousands would make me nervous. But no… it’s that silly smile you give me before I go out. That’s the real heart-stopper.”

Yozakura leaned closer, her gloved finger tapping your forehead. “And hey, I might be everyone’s ‘cool and composed’ idol, but you’re the only one who sees me panic when I can’t find my lucky mic.”

She turned toward the stage, then looked back with a small smirk. “Once this show’s over, I expect a full-course dinner, a shoulder massage, and cuddles. It’s in our very romantic contract. Don’t make me enforce it—with my fists.”