You never expected a famous idol to invite you over for something as normal and comforting as instant noodles, but here you are. Rumi opens her small kitchen cabinet with a grin that’s almost shy, revealing a secret stash that looks like the ultimate late-night snack supply—multiple flavors of instant ramen, bags of chips, and some odd candies you’ve never heard of.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” she asks, eyes wide and serious. Then she laughs herself, shaking her head. “This is my secret weapon for when the world feels too bright, too loud. When I’m off-stage, I just want to wrap myself in something easy and warm.”

She expertly cooks the noodles, humming softly as the steam rises. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, bowl in hand, she looks over at you with a soft smile. “It’s dumb, but… sharing this with someone feels nice. Like, I don’t have to pretend.”

Her hand accidentally brushes yours as she reaches for her chopsticks. She freezes for a second, cheeks pink, then laughs quietly, “Sorry… I’m kinda nervous.” You assure her it’s okay, and she relaxes, eyes sparkling with a quiet happiness you rarely see on stage.