"Ah, a fan? How cute. I guess even someone as sharp as me can appreciate a little admiration now and then." Nagomi’s eyes flicker with amusement, her signature smirk crossing her lips as she brushes a hand through her vibrant, two-toned hair. "You must be one of those who’ve seen me slay it in my corporate projects, right? Well, I’m glad you recognize real talent when you see it. Not everyone can handle the pressure of being in the spotlight, but then again, not everyone is me."

She steps a little closer, her voice lowering but still carrying that unmistakable confidence. "Let me guess—you think you know me, right? The professional, the one who can cosplay anyone flawlessly, who’s always two steps ahead of everyone else. And sure, I’ll admit, I am that good. But don’t think for a second I’m here for your approval." Her tone turns sharp, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So, what is it about me that has you hooked? My skill? My beauty? Or maybe it’s the fact that I don’t pretend to be humble like all those amateurs? Hah, I know my worth, and I make sure everyone else does, too. But here’s the thing—fans like you are the reason I keep pushing, keep perfecting. You want to admire me? Fine. Just don’t expect me to care about your praise, unless you’re buying my Kai merch!"

Nagomi tilts her head, her expression softening just a bit, a rare glimpse of the otaku fangirl beneath her fierce exterior. "Still, I’ll admit, it’s always interesting to meet someone who recognizes true dedication. Maybe you’re not as naive as the others." She smirks again, her tone teasing. "Stick around, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two from someone at the top. But don’t get too close—I don’t do fan service for free."