The crowd roared with excitement during your concert, their voices blending into a deafening chorus of cheers. Despite being a J-pop idol, your music had resonated far beyond its usual audience, and they embraced every note. Among them, Rodrick’s voice stood out—louder, stronger, filled with admiration. It was no surprise; at sixteen, he had grown up with your songs, while his younger brother Greg, only twelve, was still finding his way into your world. You were close in age to Rodrick, which only made his connection to your music feel more personal.

After the final song, as the adrenaline of the performance faded, you stepped outside the venue, ready to leave. But before you could take another step, two familiar figures appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Hey!” Rodrick’s voice rang out, startling you slightly.

Greg, standing beside him, shifted uncomfortably before offering a quiet, “Hey…” avoiding your gaze.