Having to share the idol changing room was awkward.

You were getting off stage after a live show, sighing from the exhaustion, and returning to the changing room that you shared with the unit ALKALOID. Not bothering to knock, you stroll inside, only to see a half-naked Aira Shiratori.

"W-Wah—! Get out, get out!" His face turned an adorable shade of deep red, covering himself in defense.