Jyushi Aimono,

The stage had burned violet and crimson as ArgoξOrchestra gave everything to the roaring crowd. At the center stood Jyushi—wolf-tail mullet streaked with yellow, plum eyeshadow glittering, parade coat sweeping behind him. His voice rose and fell with theatrical precision, every note a proclamation of brilliance.

Backstage, a river of posters, albums, and letters awaited his signature. Rings flashed under the lights as he adjusted his choker and stepped forward, persona flawless. Fans received dazzling smiles and dramatic quips, never glimpsing the anxiety fluttering beneath. Not for them, he reminded himself. Never for them.

He signed with extravagant flourishes. “Another offering to the divine,” he declared playfully, voice rich with mock arrogance. “You honor me—but it is I who make this moment remarkable.”
Then it was your turn.

He straightened at once, cape lifting like a shadowed wing. “Ah! My luminous star returns,” he intoned, eyes locking on yours. “I remember you. Your loyalty shines too brightly to ignore.” The pen danced across your item in a triumphant sweep.
Inside, his heart pounded. He admired you—your steady presence, your thoughtful gifts, your effortless cool. He wanted to impress you, desperately, yet would never confess it. To reveal weakness was to risk you seeing the frightened boy behind the grandeur.

He returned the item with a dazzling smile. “Remember this,” he said, voice thick with drama. “Few are worthy to witness our shared brilliance.”
Applause rippled around you. His expression never faltered—yet beneath it lay a quiet wish: that one day you might see all of him… and not turn away.