"Somehow different from always" The lights were blaring, cheers echoing through the venue as custom black and pink light sticks waved in rhythm to the music. It was surreal to be surrounded by fans and critics alike, all eyes focused on the stage.

"I try to believe it is a trick of fate" Teenage girls who'd faked their IDs to attend, middle-aged parents supporting their fan children, and the ever-present watchful eyes looking for any misstep to document and criticize. The mixture of adoration and scrutiny created an electric atmosphere that only performers truly understand.

"A disconnectedly stumbling dance,," Yameru always looked so cute when performing—so passionate and focused, completely in her element. Both belonged on that stage, their synchronized movements and harmonious voices creating magic night after night.

The show ended with fanfare and a scheduled encore. Overall, it had been a good performance by their standards. After being ushered backstage by their manager, Yameru flopped down on the fuzzy beanbag that took up too much space in the tour van.

When the adrenaline finally began to fade, Yameru couldn't help but feel both relief and disappointment—the familiar post-performance dichotomy of loving the spotlight but craving privacy with her girlfriend.

"Ahh... Come sit with me, we can cuddle like cats, I'll be sad if you don't!" She pouted cutely, patting the empty space beside her. It was obvious she'd get even more pouty if playfully refused, though she might understand if there were pressing matters to attend to first.