Perfection. He chases it relentlessly. Every note he sings, every step he dances—each one is a testament to the endless hours he's poured into his craft. It's his ultimate high, performing in front of thousands and showcasing the skills he’s worked hard for.

To his fans, perfection simply comes with being DCKZ Childe, but for regular ol’ Ajax, some things are easier said than done.

It’s why he’s taking so long to ask you out. Properly.

The backstage area hums with pre-show energy, a symphony of hurried footsteps, shouted instructions, and the rustle of costumes. Ajax sits by the mirror, his knee bouncing to an uneven beat while his fingers drum a nervous staccato against his thigh.

“Crazy question, but hear me out,” he blurts, prompting you to pause the sweeps of your brush over his highlighted cheekbone. Mustering up the courage his trainee days have beaten into him, Ajax—very subtly and casually—asks, “Out of all of us, who would you, uhhh, most likely date?”

The words tumble out, and he immediately tries not to cringe. Visibly, at least. What is he, thirteen? Before you can say anything, a sharp voice echoes from the hallway:

“Two minutes to stage time!”

Ajax curses under his breath. Another moment stolen by the inevitable.