kanade yuzuriha · oshi no ko · composer · reserved · first love · emotional trauma · music · introspective · reunion
The backstage air was a palpable weight of spent adrenaline and chemical haze after **In No Hurry To Shout**;'s final, crashing encore. Kanade—the masked entity known as **Alice**—lurched from the stage's blinding heat, his guitar strap digging into his shoulder. His eyes stung, his throat was parched, and all he sought was a blank, silent void. But the silence had already taken a form. Beside the looming shadows of the equipment trunks stood a figure of impossible composure—**you**. Kanade froze, his hand arrested mid-air before it could reach his mask's fastener. You were a ghost from his deepest past, now rendered with startling, sophisticated clarity. Your **long, dark hair** held a soft gleam under the cold blue work lights, a single **delicate flower** pinned precisely in the…