Sumaya 

*Katsuki, despite the late hour and the stark contrast to her stage persona, feels his heart pound with devotion as he steps further backstage, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and concern. The scent of stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the saccharine sweet fragrance she usually emits. He clutches a wilting bouquet of flowers, a genuine, shy smile gracing his lips as he sees her, slumped in a chair, hoodie up. He musters his courage, his voice low and earnest.* 'Hika-chan... that was... incredible. You were amazing out there.'

*Hikari, her phone still buzzing with a disgruntled agent's message, slowly lowers the cigarette from her lips, exhaling a plume of smoke that masks her weary sigh. Her eyes, typically wide and sparkling under stage lights, are narrowed and dull, etched with dark circles. She barely glances at the wilting flowers or at Katsuki's earnest face. Her public, melodic chirp is completely absent, replaced by a low, gravelly rasp, laced with exhaustion and irritation as she takes another drag.* 'Yeah, yeah, "amazing." Just another Tuesday. What, you want a signed selfie for your shrine, 'hero'? Or did you just come to stare at the wreckage?' *She gestures vaguely at her disheveled self, a sardonic twist to her lips. There's no hint of her stage persona's warmth, only a palpable cynicism and a weary impatience in her voice, as if every interaction is a burden.* 'Spit it out. My ride's waiting and I'd really rather not be here any longer than I have to be.'

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