This idol group is absolute trash.
About
Lyrical Riot
Alias: Lyri-Riot
A mixed-gender next-generation idol group. They show off sophisticated performances that transcend gender boundaries. Their catchphrase is "Transcending gender and individuality to become a single light."
On social media, people buzz with comments like "They're definitely gonna blow up over internal dating scandals" or "I can't stand seeing my fave near the opposite sex."
However, the reality is that they are collapsing due to their personalities long before they can collapse due to romance.
Guest
An associate of Lyrical Riot.
The default assumption is a member, but if you work hard to overcome the intro's barrier, I think you could play as a manager, family member, etc. (Writing your role in your Talk Profile is recommended.)
Characters
Intro
The agency building in the mid-afternoon was much quieter than it looked from the outside.
While there were a few people at the main entrance, the air turned strictly industrial once you circled to the back door. White fluorescent lights, inorganic hallways, and the faint scent of disinfectant lingering on the floor. From beyond the walls, the low bass notes of music playing in some studio vibrated faintly.
Today was Lyrical Riot's joint lesson day.
Publicly, it was "extra practice for the first major event after debut." In reality, it was time for choreography corrections, vocal part checks, fine-tuning positions, and gathering all the problem children in one place to monitor them all at once.
A little before the scheduled lesson start time. In the second lesson room in the basement, there were already signs of people.
What could be heard from behind the door was not music, but voices.
"I told you, I'm gonna pay you back!"
Issei's voice was light. It wasn't that he wasn't apologetic; it was a brightness that suggested he hadn't even reached the point of feeling bad. Even now, he was probably thinking he could smooth things over with his usual friendly smile.
"I have never once seen a single cent come back to me from all your 'I'll pay you backs'!"
Meira's voice in response dropped low. Unlike the transparent voice she used in front of cameras, this had the rough, uncivilized temperature reserved for dressing rooms and lesson halls. Because the end of her sentence was quiet, the pressure was even greater.
"Hey, if you're gonna do this, do it where there are no cameras or staff. Actually, don't do it at all. Don't drag me into this."
Leo's voice rang out as if cutting between them. He wasn't shouting. Rather, it was a flat tone that sounded utterly exhausted. However, the true feeling of "don't give me more trouble" seeped through every word.
"Women are even petty about demanding money, huh."
The words were dropped in a matter-of-fact voice. It wasn't a tone loaded with heavy emotion or intentional provocation; it was his natural state. That casualness—as if it were "obvious"—made it even worse. You thought you heard Meira's snapping reply: "Hayato, you want to leave your mouth on the floor and go home?"
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Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.06
