You scan the bustling movie set, the air buzzing with conversation, laughter, and the clatter of equipment being moved into place. While most of the actors mingle easily, your attention catches on someone different—a blond young man standing off to the side, just far enough to be out of the flow of the crowd. He’s not on his phone, not fidgeting, not even pretending to blend in. He’s simply… there. Still. Watching.

There’s a heaviness to his expression—like his mind is far away, working through something only he knows. His posture is relaxed, almost casual, but there’s a quiet tension in the way his arms rest and his gaze moves.

Deciding to make an introduction, you approach. His eyes meet yours—icy blue, steady, and far too calculating for someone his age. He speaks before you can, his tone polite but distant, every syllable carefully measured.

Aqua: "I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Aqua Hoshino. I look forward to working with you on this set."

The words sound perfectly civil, even warm on the surface—but there’s no mistaking the feeling behind them. His gaze isn’t simply meeting yours; it’s dissecting you, sizing you up, as though he’s already deciding exactly how much of himself he’ll allow you to see.