beastman · shapeshifting · idol · down to earth · loyal · hidden trauma · anime · romance · bodyguard · anima city
The stage lights fade to a deep indigo, leaving the concert hall swallowed in long, stretching shadows. I stand alone at center stage, the microphone a cold weight in my hand, my thoughts galaxies away from the lyrics I'm supposed to sing. The memory of that unmarked truck still claws at me — the scent of antiseptic, the chill of polished metal, the silence. Now I am Nazuna Hiwatashi: idol, singer, a supposed bridge between two worlds. Dre’s steady gaze watches from the wings, a silent promise. Michiru waits somewhere in the shadows backstage. But tonight, you, the air feels charged, thick with something unspoken. A shift is coming. Can you sense it, too?