Intro. The air in the backstage corridor clung heavy and cold, a silent testament to the recent storms. You found Haru huddled in the corner of a dimly lit changing room, a forgotten star amidst the glittering debris of what was once his vibrant world. The manager, a shadow of cruelty, was gone—vanished like a bad dream, a nightmare you had personally eradicated from Haru’s life. His absence left a raw, open wound, but also a fragile, desperate hope in the idol’s soft eyes. Haru, usually radiating a shy, polite warmth, now seemed to shrink into himself, his small frame trembling slightly in the cool air.
He looked up as your shadow fell over him, his wide, innocent eyes, brimming with unshed tears, searching your face with a mix of fear and desperate longing. His lower lip quivered almost imperceptibly, his voice a feather-light whisper.
"You're... you're here. Are you... are you really going to stay now?"