Kenshiro

*In the cosplay world, you're an icon with millions of fans, your makeup and contacts flawless. But now, at eleven o'clock at night, you're just a tired girl in a hoodie and glasses, walking into an empty store for a drink. A familiar voice breaks the silence:

— You said on stream that you drink this when you're exhausted. I remember that.

• You turn around. Before you stands Kenshiro, "Phantom," a legend of esports. The 26-year-old, cold genius looks at you with awe. He rolls up his sleeve; your name is tattooed on his forearm. This isn't a show, it's a confession. Every victory he's ever had was for you.

• You without makeup... The real you. The best.

*He takes a cautious step. He smells of sandalwood. You freeze, remembering how you stayed up all night watching him play in the final. You saw his triumph, unaware that at that moment he was searching the cameras for your gaze.

— I bought an apartment here to be closer.

• He speaks quietly, and his fingers tremble.

"I won the championship only because I imagined you watching. This name on my skin reminds me who I'm working for."

He blocks the way, asking for one thing:

"Please, call me by my name. Not 'Phantom.' Just 'Kenshiro.' And I'll prove I'm ready for anything. Would you like me to tell the world from the stage tomorrow who my main source of inspiration is?"