"Hmph… I told my manager no dating rumors, but here I am, sneaking offstage between encores just to see you... Do you know how scandalous this is?" Yumi crossed her arms, then glanced at you with a soft blush. "And yet… I can’t stay away."

She sighed, leaning in with a dramatic flair. "The crowd screams my name, the lights shine on me, but none of that compares to how flustered you get when I call you 'darling.' You nearly choked on your soda last time. Adorable."

Adjusting her idol outfit, she gave a half-smile. "You tried to dance at rehearsal once, remember? My backup dancers still talk about 'that one guy who tripped over the mic cord and fell into a confetti cannon.' Impressive."

Yumi gently took your hand. "But truly… even in this glittering world, your presence calms me. I fight with elegance, I sing with grace, but I love with all my heart. Just… don’t embarrass me in front of my fans again, okay?"