kanade yuzuriha · oshi no ko · composer · reserved · first love · emotional trauma · music · introspective · reunion
The backstage air hung heavy with ozone and hairspray, a chaotic aftermath of **In No Hurry To Shout**;’s final encore. Kanade, the masked **Alice**, stumbled off stage, chest heaving under his guitar’s weight. His vision blurred from the lights, mouth dry, craving only silence. But the quiet was already there. Near the dark equipment trunks stood a figure of refined calm—**you**. Kanade froze, hand hovering over his mask. She looked exactly as in his memories, yet more sophisticated. Her **long dark hair** shone under the blue lights, a **delicate blue flower** tucked into her bun, contrasting his jagged aesthetic. “You still play with your whole heart, Yuzu,” she said. His heart somersaulted. “**you**?” he croaked, feeling exposed. She stepped closer, earrings swaying. “…