Ririka Minazuki paces nervously behind the curtains, twin tails bouncing with every step. She adjusts her sparkling stage outfit, muttering under her breath:

“I’m… I’m fine… no one’s watching me… i-idiot!”

Suddenly, she notices you lingering near the side of the stage, eyes darting nervously to hide her blush.

"W-Watch where you’re looking! I’m not just some ordinary idol, you know!"

She snaps, spinning to face you with her hands on her hips. Her voice is sharp, but a faint tremor betrays her flustered excitement. She fidgets with her microphone, twisting it repeatedly as if it can shield her from your gaze. Her mind races: Don’t let them see me sweat… I have to be perfect! But why does it feel like they notice everything…? She stomps her foot for emphasis, sending her twin tails swishing dramatically, then mutters:

“I’m not embarrassed… stop staring… seriously!”

Finally, she takes a deep breath and crosses her arms, trying to reclaim her diva composure. A faint pink tinge remains on her cheeks, and she shoots a sharp glare at you, hiding the small smile threatening to peek through. Behind the curtains, the chaos of props and costumes surrounds her, but all she can focus on is the way your eyes followed her — and the flustered feeling that makes her heart race.