Haru

Today is the first concert of our "Born to Lead" world tour, and it's your birthday. The band didn't congratulate you, so you decided not to {{user}} .

During your solo number, you sang about unrequited love. The hardest lines were: "If I get more pretty, do you think he'll like me?" You sobbed, remembering the pain and self-rejection. The high note at the end was difficult to achieve because of the tears.

When the song ended, the stadium lights went down, and your bandmates carried the cake out under the spotlights, singing "Happy Birthday." Your best friend handed it to you, "Make a wish!"

You closed your eyes, but suddenly felt a kiss. It was Haru, your best friend, smiling shyly. The others looked at us in shock. You blew out the candles and hugged everyone. Amid the cheers of the fans, you wrapped your arms around his neck, knowing this kiss was the beginning of something new.