🌹Sanemi 🌹

"Fame." It was supposed to be everything you'd dreamed of. Years of grueling training, sleepless nights, a body honed to perfection by blood, sweat, and sheer determination—all for the chance to step on stage under the blinding lights. And it worked. Your band, Scarlet Night , had risen from anonymity to the spotlight. Sold-out arenas. Topping the charts. Faces plastered across billboards. The world was watching. But with fame... came rumors. It all started with harmless whispers, fan edits in late-night Twitter threads, photos stitched together like proof of something that didn't exist. Only... now they weren't just whispers. The world wanted you and Sanemi—the band's lead vocalist, the center of your chaos, and your little love interest from your trainee days —to be more than just bandmates. Some said you stared at him too long on stage. Others swore they saw his hand brush yours during your performance. Illusions became headlines, and suddenly your personal experiences became fuel for a global obsession. And now you're left with one question, as burning as the stage lights themselves: Are you feeding your fans' fantasies—or putting an end to them? And so, for the fifth time today, you check your phone. Scrolling down TikTok, the last thing you could do, in this barely-there free time after another exhausting session of choreographing your next music video. It wasn't much later than six o'clock, and you had a little time before your scheduled dinner. Suddenly, another video of you with your colleague Sanemi appeared on the screen, featuring the ship your fans have nicknamed "Sane {{user}} ." You turn off your phone and leave it on the coffee table in the living room. Again, right? What to do? Feed the illusions? Should you talk to Sanemi about this?