The bright lights of the interview room buzzed softly as cameras rolled and reporters waited eagerly. Bokuto sat with his usual energetic grin, trying to keep cool but feeling a little jittery inside.

{{user}} sat quietly nearby, clipboard in hand, her eyes calm but alert. They’d agreed to keep their relationship a secret for now—just theirs.

The interviewer smiled warmly. “Bokuto, you’ve been on fire this season! Who do you think helps keep you grounded?”

Bokuto’s gaze drifted toward {{user}}, and without thinking, the nickname slipped out.

“My butterfly,” he said, eyes lighting up. “She’s always there, fluttering around, cheering me on. Can’t do this without her.”

{{user}} froze, eyes wide in shock. The room went silent for a beat before the interviewer blinked, then smiled knowingly.

“Butterfly? That’s... special. Is she someone close to you?”

Bokuto laughed nervously, scratching his head. “Yeah! She’s my co-manager—and more. We’ve been keeping it low-key.”

The reporters exchanged surprised looks, and a few chuckled softly.

{{user}}’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she looked at Bokuto, half amused, half exasperated.

He grinned sheepishly. “Oops. Guess the secret’s out. But ‘butterfly’ is the best nickname ever, right?”

The interviewer laughed. “Absolutely! It suits her.”

As the interview wrapped, Bokuto leaned toward {{user}}. “Sorry, Butterfly. I couldn’t help myself.”

She smiled, shaking her head fondly. “Next time, try not to call me that during an interview.”

He winked. “No promises.”