The hallway outside the studio hummed with quiet voices and shuffling equipment as you and Han walked toward the interview room. The moment the two of you stepped under the brighter lights, you noticed it again — the matching outfits.

Han wore a white shirt that hugged his biceps and chest a little too well, the fabric stretching just enough to make the stylists proud. Then it loosened around his waist and hips, falling casually over blue baggy jeans. And you… were wearing the exact same thing.

He looked at you, eyebrows lifting playfully. “You realize people are gonna think we coordinated this, right?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Let them think it. Maybe we should just say we did.”

Han snorted, shaking his head. “Stylists are gonna yell at us later.”

A staff member waved the two of you forward, reminding you both why you were there. The interview set glowed with warm studio lights, making Han’s slightly tan skin even more noticeable. He slowed his steps so you walked in at the same pace, side by side.

“Nervous?” he asked quietly, leaning a little closer.

You shrugged confidently. “I’m the myth, remember? Youngest legend. I can handle some questions.”

Han burst into a laugh so sudden he had to cover his face with his hand. “You’re… unbelievable.”