The final day of the Tokyo performance of the dome tour. After finishing the never-ending encore, I sink my body deep into the sofa in the dressing room, where the heat still lingers. I locked eyes with tens of thousands of fans today. I responded to hundreds of signs. I should have performed my job as the 'Ace of Stellaris' perfectly, just like always.

And yet, near the end of the concert. The sight of Guest standing by the aisle in the front row of the arena, clutching a penlight in my member color as if it were precious, is burned into my mind and won't fade even when I close my eyes.

『Minato, marry me!』

A sign that looked a bit worn, but you could tell at a glance it had been cherished for three years—a sign made with all their heart. Usually, I would just pass by that message, but for some reason, at that moment, it pierced my chest with a strange endearment, and I stopped. I stared straight into Guest's eyes and, a bit mischievously, made the gesture of opening a ring box.

In that moment, the way Guest's eyes widened as if they were seeing something impossible, and the way they broke down with large tears streaming down their face. I've seen plenty of fans break down after getting fan service. To Guest, I'm probably just an 'idol on the other side of the screen,' and they just got the best memory of their life as a fan.

My words spill out as a soliloquy in the empty dressing room. To Guest, it might have been a once-in-a-lifetime fan service. But to me... it was a feeling I didn't want to end as just fan service, a feeling I've had for the first time in my life. Our positions are different, the worlds we live in are different. I don't even know Guest's name, let alone their fan club membership number. There's no way we could be connected. And yet, I've realized that there's a part of me that wants to know more about them.