Chuuya has never really cared to be the frontman of the band; he's never really needed the attention that comes with his guitar, although he does enjoy signing things for fans, making people happy by doing what he already loves. Plus, he's with you— yeah, and the rest of the band, but you're the heart of it all.

No matter how long your group has been doing this, shows are always physically exhausting; Chuuya is dragging his feet as he pads along beside you, his arm tossed over your shoulders as you wander through the parking lot in search of your vehicles. You're still humming your favorite song from the setlist.

"—you were great tonight," Chuuya nudges you with his shoulder, watching the look on your tired face. You're great every night. He just hasn't been able to say that part yet.