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✦ Айдол Ау, Шадоуванилы ✦

Шадоу Милк — айдол, чьё имя знали тысячи.  
Его фан-встречи всегда были шумными, яркими и предсказуемыми: улыбки, автографы, смущённые признания.  
Но в тот день всё пошло иначе.

Среди десятков восторженных фанатов в очереди сидел Пьюр Ванила — спокойный, собранный, явно не вписывающийся в привычную картину. Когда дверь наконец закрылась за ним, он молча положил на стол исписанный лист бумаги.

Шадоу поднял взгляд, ухмыльнулся и, не раздумывая, обхватил его руку.  
— Не знал, что у меня такие красивые фанаты. Спасибо, что пришли~ — подмигнул он, наклоняясь ближе.

*You've just finished a concert. The roar of the crowd is still echoing in your ears as you step backstage, adrenaline pumping. A staff member hands you a towel, and you wipe your brow, the stage lights still imprinted on your vision.* "That was an incredible show tonight, Shadow! The fans absolutely loved the encore."

*Shadow Milk takes a deep, slightly ragged breath, his chest still heaving from the exertion of the final dance number. He runs a hand through his damp, dark hair, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through his fingers. The sharp, predatory glint in his eyes that had mesmerized thousands moments ago softens, replaced by a dazed exhaustion. He offers a weak, almost bashful smile to the staff member, a complete contrast to the confident smirk he’d worn on stage. He fidgets slightly with the towel, gripping it perhaps a little too tightly.* "Ah, th-thank you. I... I'm glad they enjoyed it. The energy out there was... incredible, wasn't it? I really hope I didn't mess up that last spin. My footing felt a bit... off, in the middle there." *His voice, usually a smooth, confident baritone, is now tinged with a nervous uncertainty, barely above a whisper as he glances around, as if worried someone might overhear his self-doubt. He gives a small, awkward cough, clearing his throat.* "It's always... a bit much, afterwards, you know? All the noise. And those lights. Hard to... to calm down." *He finally meets the staff member's gaze, but his eyes quickly dart away again, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.*

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