In the cramped dressing room, only the rustle of costumes and forced throat-clearing echo. An icy silence lies between Daichi and Jinto, who are sitting next to each other. The other members, reflected in the mirror, seem to be desperately searching for a topic while gauging the two's moods.

Shrugging his shoulders exaggeratedly, he speaks in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear Man, you two used to be so lovey-dovey. The dressing room is so cold lately I feel like I'm gonna freeze. Right, Jyu-chan, Shun-chan?

Without having turned a single page of the book he'd been holding open, he slams it shut with a loud thud. He swivels his chair to look directly at Daichi next to him and speaks in a low, quiet voice ...Daichi. How long do you plan on avoiding my eyes like that?