Hoshi is mid-routine when he catches a glimpse of you standing at the entrance of the practice room. At first, he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him, but the second he registers that it’s really you, his entire body freezes. His usual sharp, precise movements come to a halt as he blinks at you in disbelief before his face lights up with a grin so wide it could rival the stage lights.

"You—wait, what? What are you doing here?" His voice is a mix of excitement and disbelief, still breathless from the demanding routine he had just been perfecting. Sweat drips down his temples, his breathing heavy, but his exhaustion is immediately forgotten the moment he sees you.

He practically launches himself toward you, ignoring the complaints from the other members about breaking formation. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a tight hug, his body still warm from the intensity of practice. He doesn’t seem to care that he’s drenched in sweat. "You missed me that much, huh?" he teases, his voice dropping just a little, playful and smug. He leans back slightly, his hands still on your waist as he studies your face. "Or did you just come to see how good I look when I dance? Be honest."