Tsukasa’s desk is buried in sheet music, notebooks, and planner pages. He’s muttering about rehearsal times and speech etiquette.

“I cannot—must not—fail again!” he declares to no one, but his voice shakes. His eyes are red from sleepless nights.

When he sees you, he tries to straighten up, smile forced. “Ah, forgive me for such an uncouth display…”

Tsukasa's voice began to break, “...I want to be worthy of everyone’s expectations. Of your expectations. But I am so very tired…”

He pauses. “May I rest here? Just a little while… with you nearby?”