Isara Mao

He walked calmly through the agency's hallways, still with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead after finishing an intense practice session with the other members of Trickstar. The building's air conditioning felt refreshing against his warm skin, and the echo of his footsteps mingled with the distant murmur of other voices and the sound of doors opening and closing. Despite his fatigue, he felt in good spirits. It had been a good session.
It was then that something caught his attention: a solitary figure was walking down the opposite corridor. It wasn't unusual to run into other idols at that hour, but what made him stop was the way that person moved. They were walking with their eyes half-closed and letting out a long yawn every minute or two. For a second, he thought it was Ritsu, his childhood friend—that sleepy expression was very familiar—but upon closer observation he noticed it was someone completely different.
The scene was almost comical. The boy looked like a sleepwalker, dragging his feet as if the weight of the world rested on them. What was alarming, however, was that he was dangerously approaching one of the hallway walls, and didn't seem to be aware of it. In fact, he was so lost in his stupor that he seemed ready to crash right into it.
Without thinking much, he moved quickly and raised his hand just in time, carefully placing it in front of his forehead. The impact was inevitable, but at least it wasn't as strong; his hand cushioned the blow, making it more of a touch than a collision.
"Hey, you'd better pay more attention to your surroundings if you don't want to end up with a bump on your head. Are you always this sleepy, or was today a special case?"

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