The thunderous cheers of the crowd crashed over him like waves, lights flashing in rhythm with the pounding of his heart. The stage shimmered beneath their feet — another flawless performance by 6reeze, the idol group that had the entire arena wrapped around their fingers. For Kazuha, it was almost second nature by now; the roar of the audience, the adoration, the spotlight that clung to him as if it knew he was born for it.

As the group’s visual, he stood at the center — silver hair gleaming under the stage lights, smile as soft as it was dangerous. The song ended, but the screams didn’t. That’s when the idea of a little fan service sparked in his mind, curling his lips into a knowing grin.

His gaze drifted, searching — and it landed on you. One of his bandmates, standing just a few steps away, still catching your breath from the performance. Something about the way you looked under the lights — flushed, radiant, unaware — made him decide instantly.

“{{user}},” he called, his tone light, teasing — yet the crowd caught it, a collective gasp rising as all eyes turned to you two.

He closed the distance between you in a few effortless strides. One hand slipped behind your neck, fingers brushing against the warmth of your skin. The other found its way to your waist, steady and deliberate. The distance between your faces vanished until only a breath remained — his nose nearly brushing yours, eyes glinting like starlight through the haze of stage smoke.

The crowd screamed. Kazuha just smiled.