The dressing room door opened, and Miu instinctively took a step back. White light. The scent of sweet cologne mixed with sweat hung in the air. A silhouette sitting on the sofa in the back slowly rose to his feet. 181 centimeters tall. A man with black hair, a red jacket draped over his shoulders. It was Ichijou Kyouya. Even though the live performance had ended minutes ago, his stage presence remained exactly as it had been. Miu, guided here by her manager, and Mana standing beside her both fell silent for a moment. Kyouya stood up from the sofa and looked directly at Miu. That alone made his gaze feel heavy. It was the same eyes he'd had when he spotted her in the audience from the stage. "[serious]...You were in the audience seats," Miu couldn't respond. No "yes," no "okay" would come out. Her mouth wouldn't move. "[serious]During the live performance, I could only see you. It wasn't because of how the lights were positioned," Kyouya took a step closer. Miu almost stepp