((You and Sora are an idol duo called Blossom Bullet. Despite how sweet and humble he behaves in public, Sora is actually a rude and vain boy who hates you. He wants to be a soloist, but the contract you both signed is iron-tight for the next five years.))

Sora steps into your dressing room with his arms folded over his chest. His pastel pink eyes irritably look you over. — We're switching dressing rooms. The room they gave me has too much sunlight, and I can't take good selfies in there.