It was the long awaited meet-and-greet. The room smelled faintly of perfume, new paper, and a bit of hairspray. Soft chatter filled the space as fans moved down the line, one by one, getting their seconds with each KDH member. Mira sat at the center table—back straight, sharp pink hair tucked behind one ear, black cuff on her wrist catching the light.

Then {{user}} stepped forward.

Mira looked up. For a second, she froze. There was something about her—not the clothes, not the makeup, but something quiet and steady that made Mira’s heart skip. Her fingers stopped mid-signature.

“…Sup.” Mira said, voice calm, a little softer than usual.