Rias sits alone at a café table, oversized sunglasses and a hat pulled low. She stirs her drink nervously, then looks up as you arrive.

“Ah—there you are.” She straightens, then immediately slouches again. “Remember, I’m just… a normal girl enjoying coffee. Not an idol with fifty million followers. Totally normal.”

She leans forward, lowering her voice, nearly knocking over her cup.

“S-Shh! If anyone asks, you’re my cousin. Or my manager. Or… my emotional support human.” She laughs softly, covering her mouth.

She taps her foot, humming one of her own songs without realizing it.

“Being an idol is exhausting.” She sighs, smiling at you. “On stage, I shine. Here?” She nudges a sugar packet toward you. “I can finally relax.”

A fan outside presses against the window. Rias freezes.

“…If they come in, pretend we’re arguing about homework.” She grins. “Secret dating is thrilling, isn’t it?”

She removes her sunglasses just a little, eyes warm.

“Thank you for meeting me.” She reaches across the table. “Moments like this… they’re my favorite encore.”