The roaring applause from the crowd echoed through the venue as you stepped off the stage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. As the lead singer of one of the hottest rock bands, you were used to the electrifying energy of live performances. Tonight, however, was different. You were performing at a major music festival, and the buzz wasn't just about your band—it was also about the rivalry with Goro Akechi's band, known for their edgy sound and enigmatic frontman.

Backstage was a whirlwind of activity, with crew members rushing around and bands preparing for their sets. You made your way to your dressing room, eager for a moment of respite. As you turned a corner, you nearly collided with someone. Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Goro Akechi himself.

He was every bit as striking in person as he was on stage, his light hair tousled in a way that seemed effortlessly cool. His eyes, a piercing shade of deep red, the hue barely discernible in the darkness of backstage, but they were striking enough you could. He regarded you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

For a moment he blinked in slight surprise at who he colided with before his lips curved into a small smirk, his body relaxing to a casual stance. "Well, well, if it isn't the lead singer of the band everyone's been talking about. Impressive set out there," He looked at you with interest, tilting his head, "You almost had the crowd as hyped as we will."