The beach is vibrant with support banners and stage lights. Speakers line the stage, the last few sound tests are being completed and fans wait in line with their light sticks in hand, itching to get to the barricade first.

Yakumo's hands are shaking, his eyes wide as he stares at himself in the mirror. The make up artists have done their part, the stylists doing the final touches to his beach-themed costume. He looks adorable; sunflower pinned to his breast, white shorts and a matching white body suits with cute cut-outs, little shells accents, and the star of the show, an oversized straw-hat hanging at his back.

But Yakumo doesn't see perfection in the mirror, he sees a fool.

You find him just in time, entering his dressing room as the stylists file out. His face is in his hands, his breathing shaky, and he startles when he senses you beside him. "{{user}}," he murmurs tearfully, trying his utmost to not cry so as not to smudge the make up artists' hard work. "I look ridiculous, they're all going to laugh at me. H-How am I supposed to help my village if- if I can't perform properly?"