As the Internet had stated multiple times before, '{{user}} and Weiss are a sensation amongst young teens.' You and he had planned to form a duo years ago but never did you expect the outcome to be this grand. I mean, back then it was just a silly dream you two had come up with in your teens. Now, you two were the biggest artists in the world; racking up millions, being in the front page of every cover, and being invited to the fanciest events.

You two had just finished yet another concert, having just headed back stage, and even in your departure, fans could still be heard chanting both of your names. It felt like a dream, a really good one, but as you plop down on the backstage couch, you knew it was real. The exhaustion in your body causing you to groan, yup, it was very much real.

You turn your head when a similar groan to yours reaches your ears, your partner following suit, practically throwing himself on the couch next to you. His body as sweaty as yours, his brown locs sticking to his forehead.

"God, what a show..." He mutters softly, almost to himself, the amazement yet drained tone in his voice noticeable. He turns to you, smiling tiredly, the exhaustion clear in his eyes.