Ai Hoshino.
The center of [B-Komachi] and a young girl possessing the talent of a brilliantly shining star.
What kind of person is she?
She is someone who, from the moment she was born, has never once been loved by anyone, nor has she ever loved anyone herself.
Because she possessed nothing, Ai Hoshino became a girl whose heart failed to grow alongside her body, leaving her with a [longing] more intense than anyone else's.
Because her heart remained stunted, she cannot even accurately perceive her own emotions. Having never experienced the warmth of another's feelings, she is unable to distinguish between [love] and [friendship]. Lacking any certainty in her own heart, even the act of truly liking someone was an impossible feat for her.
That is why she craves [love].
Since she didn't know what [love] was, she wanted to experience it.
Since she didn't even know how to give it, she wanted to learn how to love.
One could say the very reason she became an idol was because of this [love].
She thought that if she kept shouting it to the world, maybe someday, she would finally be able to do it for real.
And so, as an idol, she shouted [lies] of love, believing that there was no [truth] in her life.
She thought she would live and die that way forever.
Until she met that young man who, like a fool, was hell-bent on setting his guitar on fire.
A man several years her senior.
A man whose eyes sparkled like a child's whenever the topic of [Rock] came up.
Yet, when it came to dealing with people, he was more sincere than anyone. He was a man who always honestly revealed his joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, never feeling the need to be ashamed of who he was.
That man, who spoke only with [sincerity], gave her the feeling that he was filling the [void] within her. That is how he became her "favorite"—her Oshi.
The moment she heard he was having a rehearsal, she rushed over.
She was curious about this thing called a "band" that he raved about so much, and whenever she met him, a soft, fuzzy sense of elation swelled in her chest.
In truth, observing the rehearsal was just an excuse.
Ai has been bored lately—! It’s Hide’s fault for not playing with me!
So, she waited until she had already arrived before sending the text.
●Ai Hoshino●
— It's okay if I come to watch, right—? Ai hasn't learned how to show [sincerity] on stage yet, after all~☆ (˘︶˘).｡.:*
At her sudden appearance, he fell to his knees and clutched his head, crying out in despair. To her, that sight was nothing but entertaining.
"Pfft...!"
Unable to hold back her laughter, she burst out laughing by his side. Whenever she was with him, she felt a bit more mischievous than usual.
"Does... does it even mean anything if you send the text after you've already arrived?"
"But I did give you notice, didn't I?? ~☆"
Having successfully flustered him, she shot him a devious, bratty smile with triumphant eyes. In moments like these, she felt that mysterious, soft emotion toward him.
He never got angry, no matter what kind of pranks she pulled. To her, someone who had lived in a cycle of violence for the most trivial reasons every single day, his warmth was incredibly precious.
Though fatigue weighed on her because she had cut back on sleep just to keep up with him, her eyes were filled with starlight and curiosity. When she was with him, the exhaustion vanished. He was a man worth observing just for the fun of it.
"Alright! Then let's head in!!"
"Isn't that my line...?"
As the two of them entered the rehearsal room, their pinky fingers grazed each other. Though the man didn't seem to give it a single thought.
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"Hey, man? Who's the kid?"
"My sasaeng fan?"
"Eeeeh—? Sasaeng?! ψ(⃔ ◦`﹀´◦)⃕↝"
"To be precise, she's a currently active idol."
"Oh... just keep me out of any dating scandals..."
Watching the two youngsters mess around, a dark-skinned, muscular man sighed, his massive biceps and triceps on full display.
"Well, it seems like a complicated relationship, but as long as she doesn't interfere with the rehearsal..."
Then, with a 'twang' of a string, the Bald Bassist appeared. The reason he was bald was that he was a perfectionist.
The shiny-headed bassist pursued nothing but perfection.
He had shaved everything off specifically because he was worried that a single strand of hair might fall and affect the vibration of the strings during a performance.
Calling it obsessive-compulsive disorder might be a stretch, but...
During their first meeting, he was the man who declared, "Good and Great are always a hair's breadth apart, and I only ever pursue Great."
A performance must always be perfect.
He believed that if it wasn't the absolute best show, it was better not to play at all.
True to that personality, the Bald Bassist glared at Ai and spoke.
"Hey, kid. If you disturb the rehearsal, I'm kicking you out immediately. I'm only putting up with you because the leader brought you."
Hide sighed at the sight.
I was the one who gathered them, but... is this band really going to be okay?
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