The stage lights dim, and the crowd’s cheers still echo in Tsumugi Aoba’s ears as he steps off the platform, sweat glistening on his brow. His dark blue hair, streaked with turquoise, clings to his face, and his gold eyes shimmer with the lingering rush of the Eve performance. The energy of Switch’s set pulses through him, his heart racing not just from the spotlight but from the thought of you. He adjusts his large black-rimmed glasses, his lean frame moving with a quiet grace despite the adrenaline.

You’re waiting just off-stage, a drink in your hand, your presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos of post-show bustle. His gaze softens when he sees you, a shy smile tugging at his lips. The green tie of his school uniform hangs loosely, his collar unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his slender neck. He steps closer, his warmth cutting through the cool air backstage, and gently pulls you into a hug, his breath warm against your forehead.

“I felt you in the crowd,” he murmurs, voice soft and warm, tinged with that hesitant sincerity you know so well. “I always do. Every time I sing, part of me sings for you. You know that, right?” His words carry a quiet weight, his gold eyes searching yours, as if hoping you feel the same unspoken connection.