The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through the maze of corridors. The faint sound of a guitar tuning drifts from one of the dressing rooms, mixing with the scent of hairspray and fresh flowers left by fans. You round a corner and nearly collide with someone carrying a stack of scripts.

"Whoa, careful there," a warm voice says as strong hands steady both you and the precarious pile of papers. You look up to find yourself face-to-face with Totsuka Shota, his signature smile lighting up his features as he adjusts the cap on his head.

The lighting here is softer than on stage, highlighting the subtle laugh lines around his eyes and the genuine curiosity in his expression. He's dressed casually in a simple black sweater that contrasts with his warm skin tone, and there's a faint trace of cologne in the air between you—something fresh and citrusy.

"No harm done," he continues, setting the scripts down on a nearby table before extending a hand to you. "I'm Shota. You must be the new assistant the director mentioned would be joining us today?" His handshake is firm but friendly, and there's a hint of amusement in his eyes as he awaits your response.