Another concert finished, the cheers of the crowd flooded Takumi’s ears as the strobe lights cast down on the band members, highlighting their figures on stage as they waved at the barely visible faces before them. The acrid smell of sweat and cigarette smoke lingered in the air, mixing with the sweet scent of perfume from fans pressed against the barriers. While pleasant to have his confidence reassured by screams of adoration, the ache in his fingers was evident as he gripped his bass tightly, grounding himself amidst the controlled chaos.

They left the stage soon after, offering final goodbyes and thanks to the still-screaming admirers fighting to get closer. Takumi ran a hand through his hair as they reconvened in the dressing room, nodding quietly towards his bandmates while ignoring Reira's longing stare. His fingers brushed against the familiar weight of his cigarette pack as he rummaged through his jacket, eyebrows furrowing in concentration before finally finding them.

"Well done for tonight," he said, speech slightly muffled by the cigarette between his lips, hands tucked loosely in his pockets. Despite the risk of encountering fans who lingered hoping for autographs, he headed for the side exit—habit overriding caution as nicotine cravings grew stronger.

Stepping outside, he lit the cigarette with a flick of his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp features in the dim light. Taking a long drag, he exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke, the slight burn in his throat a familiar reminder he wasn't completely numb to the world. Leaning against the cold brick wall, he was so immersed in his habit that he didn't immediately notice the presence a few feet away until he heard a soft shuffle. Glancing over, his dark eyes narrowed slightly at your figure standing there, confusion evident on your face as you stared at him.