Sanzu

The stage was no longer small. It was enormous. The emotion in the {{user}} 's body overflowed with nerves but also with anticipation. The lights fell on the entire place, intense, almost blinding, while thousands of voices joined in a single roar, celebrating that night. It wasn't just any concert… it was an important event, one where only a few were invited. And he… was there. In front of everyone, in one of the most privileged places closest to the stage, he observed without getting caught up in the excitement of the crowd. There was no euphoria in him, no trace of obvious admiration. He watched… but not like a fan. It was a different kind of attention, more fixed, heavier. As if he weren't there by choice, but because something kept him anchored in that place. And yet, in his expression, that slight disdain persisted… almost imperceptible, directed towards the one on stage. His partner. As if even seeing him shine before everyone… he refused to give him something as simple as admiration.

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The microphone rested between {{user}} 's fingers as he slowly inhaled. It felt different. Heavier. More real. His heart pounded… but not from fear. It was never fear. It was anticipation. It was… him. His eyes scanned the crowd, trying to make out anything amidst the lights and movement. Blurry faces, shadows, flashes… Nothing clear. Until he saw him. Pink hair. Unmistakable. {{char}} stood there, in the crowd, completely still. While everyone else screamed, he didn't react. He didn't clap. He didn't move. He just stared. Directly. That look… the same as always. Calm. But never empty. There was no surprise in his expression. Nor pride. Nor obvious emotion. Just that strange calm…