Wanderers of Sorceria 

Moonlight Prism 5

The band decides to collaborate with Shizuka again, and show the ropes to their freshly-recruited drummer.

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## Collaboration Again

Hana and Riko sat cross-legged on the floor of their apartment, surrounded by scattered notebooks and loose papers filled with half-finished lyrics and doodles. The soft hum of the city outside their window provided a gentle background noise as the two brainstormed for new song ideas. Riko, chewing on the end of her pen, suddenly paused and glanced at Hana.

"You know," Riko began casually, "we haven't worked with Shizuka since the 'Veiled Echoes' video."

Hana looked up from her notebook, surprised. "That was a long time ago."

Riko nodded thoughtfully, twirling the pen between her fingers. "Which is why I think we should see if she'd be up for another collab. It's not like we can just sit around letting our music videos get boring, right?"

Hana smirked and leaned back against the couch. "Oh? Is that the real reason, or is it because of your crush on Shizuka?"

Riko's eyes widened in mock shock. "My crush? Excuse me, but aren't *you* the one who's all starry-eyed around her?"

Hana chuckled and shook her head. "Yeah, okay, but you're the one always going on about how 'beautiful' she is."

Riko waved her hand dismissively, though her grin betrayed her. "Alright, alright, I might've mentioned she's beautiful. I mean, she *is*." She leaned in conspiratorially. "She's cool. She's got that whole quiet, mysterious thing going on... and those killer legs."

Hana raised an eyebrow, amused. "Killer legs? Really?"

"Hey," Riko shot back defensively, "I notice things! But it's not just that, she's also super composed, and she's a great mentor. You can't tell me you don't admire that."

Hana smiled, nodding in agreement. "You're right. She's so... serene. You know, calm and quiet but still manages to command respect without saying much. And she's been a good mentor, especially with how she's helped me with social media issues."

Riko gave her a teasing look. "Uh-huh. Sounds like *someone* has it bad."

Hana laughed softly, realizing they had both been talking about Shizuka in a way that sounded more like admiration with a dash of infatuation. "Well, if I do, then you're in the same boat," she teased. "Guess that means we'll have to fight over her."

Riko leaned back dramatically, her arms flopping out to the sides. "Fight over Shizuka? Please, you'd lose. I'm willing to bet she'd choose me. I mean, come on-- look at me!"

Hana burst out laughing, covering her face. "Oh really? What makes you so sure?"

Riko sat up, her expression playful. "Because she kissed me first, remember?"

Hana's laughter quieted as she narrowed her eyes playfully at Riko. "Yeah, after she kissed *me* first. Who do you think gave her the idea?"

Riko grinned, enjoying the playful banter. "Oh, is that what you tell yourself?"

"That's what happened," Hana retorted with a wink. "We both know who kissed who."

Riko leaned in, her voice a mock whisper. "Maybe we should just *share* her."

Hana snorted, shaking her head. "What, like a custody arrangement? You get weekends and I get weekdays?"

Riko laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. "Yeah! A very professional, adult arrangement."

They both burst into giggles, unable to keep up the mock-serious tone. When the laughter finally died down, they leaned back against the couch, a sense of ease settling between them.

"You know," Hana said quietly, "Shizuka really is someone we both admire."

"Yeah," Riko agreed, her tone softening. "She's helped us a lot, even when she doesn't have to. I think that's part of what makes her so special."

Hana nodded. "It's like... she can be your mentor, your friend, and still someone you can joke about having a crush on."

Riko smirked again, leaning her head back against the couch. "Still, I'm just saying... you're obviously dreaming about kissing her again."

Hana threw a pillow at Riko's head, though she was laughing. "Don't remind me!"

Riko caught the pillow, shaking her head with a grin. "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about. I dream of it, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Hana sighed with a chuckle, "but we're not telling anyone else. Let them keep guessing."

"Exactly," Riko said, tossing the pillow back. "It's our little secret."

The two of them smiled at each other, feeling the comfort of their bond. They might tease each other relentlessly, but underneath it all was a deep connection-- a trust that no matter what, they'd always have each other's backs, whether it was about music, mentors, or playful crushes.

----

Hana and Riko sat across from Shizuka in a sleek, modern conference room at Moon River Talent Agency. The walls were adorned with posters of the agency's biggest stars, including themselves. The two of them had been eagerly throwing out ideas for their next music video collaboration, their energy high as they bounced concepts off one another.

"So," Riko said excitedly, "we were thinking, for the climax of the video, we could do something really intense, like in 'Veiled Echoes.' Maybe... you know... another kiss?"

Shizuka crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable, letting the silence stretch just long enough for both Hana and Riko to exchange nervous glances.

"I'm not going to kiss you again," she said flatly.

Hana and Riko blinked, stunned into silence. They stared at Shizuka, their mouths slightly agape.

"Wait... what?" Hana managed to ask, her voice a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

"Yeah, why not?" Riko added, her tone bordering on disbelief. "It worked so well last time! People loved it!"

Shizuka sighed, rubbing her temples as if she were tired of this conversation already. "The whole 'kissing thing' is played out. We already did it in 'Veiled Echoes.' Doing it again would just be recycling the same idea. There's no point."

Hana and Riko looked at each other, still not entirely convinced. "But..." Hana began hesitantly, "it's not the *same*. It's, like... a signature move, you know?"

Riko nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! It's, like, *our* thing!"

Shizuka narrowed her eyes, giving them both a look that was equal parts unimpressed and knowing. "No," she said, her voice firm. "It's just an excuse for you two to get what you want."

Both Hana and Riko froze, their faces turning red as Shizuka's words hit home. She had called them out, and there was no denying it. Hana shifted awkwardly in her chair, while Riko suddenly found the surface of the conference table incredibly interesting.

"You're both blushing," Shizuka pointed out with a hint of amusement. "I knew it."

Hana tried to recover, stammering slightly. "N-No, it's not like that. We're just-- "

"-- professionals!" Riko interjected quickly, nodding too vigorously to be convincing. "Totally professional. Just thinking about what works best for the video!"

Shizuka leaned forward, her eyes glinting with a sharp, knowing look. "Uh-huh. Sure. But you know what?" She paused, letting the tension build. "That's the real story. You two... pining for my love. But I just won't give it to you."

Hana and Riko exchanged wide-eyed glances, the idea sinking in. For a moment, they hesitated, unsure if Shizuka was serious. 

"Wait... is that really a good idea?" Hana asked, biting her lip, her mind racing. The idea sounded ridiculous, but Shizuka had a way of making the absurd seem brilliant.

"Yeah," Riko added, her brows furrowing in thought. "I mean, are we really going to do a video where we're just... pining for you?"

Shizuka's expression softened into something more sultry, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned back in her chair again, crossing her legs gracefully. She gave them both a smoldering look, her voice dropping to a lower, more teasing tone. "Why not? It's working already, isn't it?"

Hana's breath caught in her throat, and Riko's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. Neither of them could look away from Shizuka's magnetic gaze. 

They had been teasing each other earlier about having crushes on Shizuka, but now, sitting here under the weight of her charm, they realized how real that allure was. They were completely caught up in it, and Shizuka knew it.

"It would be... different," Hana admitted quietly, feeling the pull of Shizuka's suggestion.

"And it would make for an interesting dynamic," Riko added, still trying to sound rational despite the flush in her cheeks.

Shizuka's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "It's fresh, it's raw, and it's real." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze flicking between them. "And besides, wouldn't it be fun to see which one of you breaks first?"

Hana and Riko looked at each other again, this time both stifling nervous laughter. The way Shizuka was playing them-- effortlessly-- was something they hadn't quite prepared for.

"Well..." Hana said slowly, glancing at Riko. "I guess it could be fun."

Riko grinned, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "Yeah, I mean, if it's what Shizuka wants, who are we to say no?"

Shizuka's smile grew as she watched them, clearly satisfied with the direction this conversation had taken.

Both Hana and Riko, still feeling the lingering effects of Shizuka's charm, couldn't help but laugh at themselves. What had started as a brainstorming session for a music video had quickly turned into something much more personal-- and yet, somehow, it felt right.

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## Temptation in the Moonlight

The music video for 'Temptation in the Moonlight' begins on a quiet, ordinary morning at Sunshine Academy. Hana and Riko, dressed in their school uniforms, are walking down the hallway side by side, chatting and laughing as they head to class. Hana wears her old uniform: the white blouse, navy blazer, and grey pleated skirt, perfectly fitted to her lithe figure. Riko, on the other hand, sports a new uniform, its crisp lines a stark contrast to her mischievous grin and playful energy.

Their conversation dies down as they approach the gym, where an eerie, wispy smoke is oozing out from under the door. It coils and twists in the air like fingers reaching out to beckon them inside. Hana and Riko exchange curious glances.

"You see that?" Riko asks, her brow raised.

"Yeah," Hana replies, staring at the strange smoke. "What do you think it is?"

Riko shrugs. "Only one way to find out."

With a shared nod, they move toward the door, the odd feeling of curiosity outweighing their better judgment. As soon as they step inside, the door closes behind them with a heavy thud, cutting off the light from the hallway. Darkness envelops the room, and the faint scent of something sweet and intoxicating fills the air.

"Uh... this is creepy," Hana mutters, peering around in the shadows.

Before either of them can react further, a single spotlight turns on in the center of the gym, casting a pale, ethereal glow across the polished floor. Bathed in the light is Shizuka, dressed in a sultry, gothic outfit that blurs the line between vampire and succubus. Her long, lilac hair cascades over her shoulders, and her eyes gleam with a predatory allure. The deep, plunging neckline of her black corset dress shows off her figure, and the high slits of the skirt reveal her legs with every step she takes, accentuated by thigh-high stockings and tall boots. A pair of delicate silver crosses hang from her ears, giving her an otherworldly charm that's both dangerous and irresistible.

Shizuka's gaze locks onto Hana and Riko, and a slow, sensual smile spreads across her crimson lips. The music kicks in-- a slow, hypnotic rhythm that thrums through the gym, setting the tone for what's to come.

With a graceful, almost predatory motion, Shizuka begins to approach them, her heels clicking against the gym floor in time with the music. Hana and Riko, unable to tear their eyes away, are instantly captivated, as if drawn by an invisible force. They step closer, mesmerized by Shizuka's presence, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The music swells, and Shizuka tilts her head, her smile widening as she circles them like a predator toying with its prey. Hana and Riko's eyes are wide, their breaths shallow, completely spellbound by her beauty, her grace, her overwhelming aura.

"You came looking for something, didn't you?" Shizuka purrs, her voice as smooth as silk. She reaches out, her fingers grazing Riko's cheek lightly, sending a shiver down her spine. "But what makes you think you'll get it?"

Hana and Riko's bodies respond instinctively, drawn toward her as if Shizuka holds the key to everything they desire. They follow her every movement, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her charm.

The music intensifies as the video progresses, with Shizuka leading them deeper into her spell. She teases them-- first brushing a finger along Hana's lips, then trailing her hand down Riko's arm. Hana and Riko look at her with wide, almost pleading eyes, yearning for her affection, for the love she promises but never fully gives.

Each time Shizuka seems about to give them what they want-- whether it's a touch, a kiss, or a glance-- she pulls away at the last moment, leaving them desperate for more. She dances around them with effortless grace, always just out of reach, always leaving them hanging on the edge of their desires.

Riko, typically bold and confident, is reduced to a lovesick puppy, her gaze following Shizuka with pure adoration. Hana, usually composed, is no different, her expression one of longing as she reaches out, only for Shizuka to twirl away, her lips curling in amusement.

The climax of the video comes when Shizuka finally kneels before Hana, her piercing eyes locking onto Hana's as she lifts her chin with a gentle, almost tender touch. Hana's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding in anticipation. The moment stretches on, the camera lingering on their faces, the tension palpable.

Shizuka leans in close, her lips hovering just inches from Hana's, her voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you?"

Hana nods, her eyes wide with expectation.

But before anything can happen, the screen cuts to black. The haunting music fades, leaving only the echoes of their last breathless moments behind.

When the screen fades back in, the gym is empty and quiet. Hana and Riko are seen walking out of the gym together, their expressions dazed, as if they've just woken from a dream. Their steps are slow, their movements languid, as though they are still under Shizuka's spell.

The final shot shows them exiting the building into the moonlit night. As they walk down the steps of the academy, they glance up, and there, standing in silhouette against the glowing full moon, is Shizuka. She watches them from above, her figure outlined in the soft glow, her presence lingering like a shadow of the night.

The screen fades to black once again, leaving the viewers with the lingering question of what really happened in the gym-- and whether Hana and Riko got what they truly desired.

The video ends, the eerie, haunting atmosphere clinging to the air, leaving a sense of mystery and temptation hanging unresolved.

----

Hana and Riko sat on the couch in their apartment, the dim light of the laptop screen reflecting off their faces as they scrolled through the comments section of their latest music video, 'Temptation in the Moonlight.' The video had gone live only a few hours earlier, but it was already racking up views and reactions at lightning speed. With a few clicks, Riko scrolled to the top comment, and they both immediately burst into laughter.

"Look at this one!" Riko cackled, pointing at the most upvoted comment. It was a simple, all-caps "NOOOOO!!!" followed by a timestamp right at the part where the screen faded to black-- just when Shizuka was about to grant Hana her deepest wish. The comment had racked up hundreds of likes, and the thread below it was filled with equally dramatic responses, all lamenting the cut-off at the climax.

Hana giggled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "That's exactly what we were going for! I love it."

"Seriously! It's like 'Veiled Echoes' all over again," Riko said, shaking her head, still smiling. "We gave them another mystery, and they're losing their minds over it." She scrolled down, reading a few more comments aloud, each more dramatic than the last. "Everyone's begging to know what happened in the gym."

"Yeah, and they're never gonna find out," Hana replied with a mischievous grin. "That's the best part."

Riko leaned back, letting out a deep sigh. "Well, I'm glad it's blowing up like 'Veiled Echoes' did. The video's already going viral-- again."

Hana's smile faltered slightly, sensing the slight tension in Riko's tone. "But...?"

Riko crossed her arms, her playful energy dimming. "But it's thanks to Shizuka. Again." She raised her eyebrows and gave Hana a sideways glance, as if acknowledging the unfairness of it all.

Hana nodded, understanding immediately. "Yeah, I get it. It feels like no matter how much we put into the concept, the story, the music... Shizuka's star power always takes center stage."

Riko scoffed lightly, though there was no real malice in it. "Or should I say her 'charm'? It's like this... *force* she has. It's insane."

Hana leaned forward thoughtfully, resting her chin on her palm. "Her charm really is something else, isn't it? It's potent. Like... magnificent when used by the forces of good..." She paused dramatically, "...but a horrible burden when wielded by the forces of evil."

Riko burst out laughing at Hana's mock-serious tone. "Oh my god, you make it sound like Shizuka's charm is some kind of superweapon or something!"

But as the laughter died down, Hana didn't immediately join in. Instead, she looked at Riko with a contemplative expression. Riko caught the shift in mood, and the two of them fell into a brief silence, their eyes drifting back to the video page on the screen.

The realization began to sink in. They had really put themselves out there with 'Temptation in the Moonlight.' Their performance-- the way they had acted so utterly charmed by Shizuka's presence-- it hadn't been completely scripted. Sure, it was all for show, but the feelings of being genuinely captivated by Shizuka's powerful aura? That part had been real. Hana and Riko had felt it. And now their fans could feel it, too.

Riko's voice softened. "You think we went too far?"

Hana shrugged, staring at the freeze-frame of Shizuka's sultry silhouette on the video thumbnail. "Maybe. But we weren't really acting, were we?"

Riko's brow furrowed as the weight of Hana's words settled over her. She leaned back into the couch, a little dazed. "Yeah, you're right... it wasn't just acting. It's kinda weird when you think about it."

Hana let out a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, weird. I mean, it's one thing to act like lovesick puppies on camera. But now..." Her voice trailed off as she realized the inevitable conclusion. "...now everyone can see it."

They sat there for a moment, staring at the screen as if it held all the answers to the strange whirlwind of emotions they were feeling. Riko glanced at Hana out of the corner of her eye.

"And what about your mom?" Riko teased with a sly grin, trying to lighten the mood. "How's she gonna feel about you fawning over Shizuka like that?"

Hana groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh god. I don't even know! How am I gonna explain this to her?"

Riko snickered. "I can see it now. 'No, Mom, it wasn't real! We were just pretending!' And your mom's all like, 'Sure, Hana, I believe you...'"

Hana peeked out from behind her hands, her voice muffled but laced with sarcasm. "Yeah, that's exactly what I need-- *another* lecture on how I should behave in public."

They both laughed at the ridiculousness of it, but there was no denying the truth beneath the humor. Shizuka had once again been the magnetic force that drew attention to their video, and this time, Hana and Riko had allowed themselves to fall under her spell-- whether they had meant to or not.

As they sat together in the quiet of their apartment, they couldn't help but wonder what their next move would be.

----

Shizuka finally knelt before Hana, her piercing eyes locking onto Hana's as she lifted her chin with a gentle, almost tender touch. Hana's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in anticipation. The air felt thick, electric, as though everything had led to this moment.

Shizuka leaned in close, her lips hovering just inches from Hana's, her voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you?"

Hana nodded, her eyes wide with expectation, unable to speak. Her heart raced in her chest, and her pulse throbbed in her ears. This was what she had secretly longed for, what she had denied, yet couldn't shake. Shizuka's presence was intoxicating, overwhelming. In the dim, smoky light of the gym, her vampire-like allure was irresistible.

Shizuka's fingers brushed along Hana's jawline. Hana could barely breathe as Shizuka closed the distance, her lips brushing softly against Hana's in a fleeting, tantalizing kiss. The sensation was enough to make Hana's whole body tremble, her mind spinning as desire mixed with confusion.

Then, just as it seemed Shizuka might kiss her again, she whispered into Hana's ear, "I know you've been waiting for this..."

Hana's pulse quickened as Shizuka's lips finally pressed against hers, soft and warm, yet commanding. The world around them seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them. Every emotion Hana had been bottling up for weeks surged to the surface, and she kissed back, completely lost in the moment.

But then, somewhere deep in her mind, a voice began to protest. *What are you doing? This is wrong. This is not real.* 

Hana's rational side was shouting at her, but her emotions-- her longing-- were drowning it out. The warmth of Shizuka's lips, the softness of her touch, felt so real. It *was* real, wasn't it? She could feel every pulse, every breath, every thrum of her heart. Yet, no matter how real it seemed, a part of her knew the truth.

This was a dream. 

Shizuka wasn't really there. She wasn't kneeling before her, holding her like a lover. Hana's mind was spinning, trapped between the vividness of the dream and the realization that none of this could be happening.

Suddenly, she jolted awake.

Her room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon outside. Hana's heart was still racing, and her lips tingled as if Shizuka had really kissed her. She sat up in bed, running a hand through her disheveled hair, her breaths uneven as she tried to calm herself.

[It was just a dream,] she told herself. [Just a dream.]

But the emotions were still there. The confusion, the longing, the intensity of it all. She swung her legs out of bed and stood up, still feeling a strange sense of disorientation. Walking into the bathroom, Hana splashed cold water on her face, trying to clear her mind. The sensation brought her back to reality, but it didn't erase the memory of the dream.

Still unsettled, she wandered into the living room, needing to sit and think, to process. But to her surprise, she wasn't alone.

Riko was already there, sitting on the couch, staring at nothing in particular. She glanced up when she heard Hana enter, her expression unreadable.

Hana hesitated for a moment before walking over and sitting beside her. For a while, neither of them spoke, the quiet of the night hanging between them.

Finally, Riko broke the silence with a soft, knowing question. "Couldn't sleep?"

Hana shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No... I was dreaming about Shizuka."

Riko let out a quiet laugh, but it was without her usual mischief. "Me too."

Hana's eyes widened slightly, but the heaviness of the moment kept her from teasing or making light of it. This wasn't one of their usual playful jabs about crushes. This was different. Riko's voice had an uncharacteristic vulnerability to it.

"I don't know what to do," Hana admitted after a long pause. She didn't need to elaborate. Riko knew exactly what she meant.

Riko exhaled deeply, leaning back into the couch cushions. "Neither do I."

For the first time, they were both confronting the truth that had been lingering beneath the surface since they had filmed 'Temptation in the Moonlight.' It wasn't just about the music video. It wasn't just acting. The feelings were real, and they both knew it.

Hana stared at her hands, the silence between them thick with unspoken emotions. "I mean, it's Shizuka," she whispered. "She's... captivating."

Riko nodded, her gaze distant. "She is. It's like... she has this power, you know? And it's not just about how she looks or how she acts. It's like she *knows* what she's doing to us, and she's in control the whole time."

They both sat in the quiet, their thoughts swirling. The dream, the video, Shizuka-- it all felt too real, too intense. And now, they were both smitten, caught up in something neither of them had expected.

"I guess we've got it bad, huh?" Riko said with a small, dry laugh, but there was no humor in it.

Hana sighed. "Yeah. We really do."

Riko turned to look at Hana, her expression softer than usual. "So... what do we do now?"

Hana didn't have an answer. She wasn't even sure there *was* an answer. All she knew was that the feelings were there, and they weren't going away anytime soon.

For now, they sat together in the stillness of the night, both lost in thought, both knowing that whatever came next, it would have to involve confronting what they had both been avoiding for far too long.

----

Hana and Riko sat across from Yuki at a cozy corner table in their favorite cafe. It was a quiet afternoon, with just the faint hum of conversation and the soft clink of cups. Despite the calming atmosphere, both Hana and Riko felt restless, glancing at each other nervously as they waited for Yuki to take a sip of her tea. They were avoiding Shizuka for the time being, and this lunch with Yuki felt like a necessary pit stop before they could figure out what to do next.

Riko, never one to beat around the bush, leaned forward and got straight to the point.

"So, Yuki... you've been Shizuka's best friend and photographer for years. Have you ever, you know... *looked* at her a certain way?"

Yuki nearly choked on her tea, quickly setting down her cup and breaking into laughter. The sheer bluntness of Riko's question caught her off guard, but it was clear she knew exactly what Riko meant. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, still chuckling as she shook her head.

"Oh, *that*," Yuki said with a knowing grin. "You're talking about how distracting Shizuka can be when she turns on her charms, right? She can be a real pain sometimes. I call her my 'stupid sexy friend' when she does that."

Hana and Riko exchanged looks, feeling both validated and more confused at the same time.

"Exactly!" Riko exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "How do you *deal* with it? It's like she can switch it on at any moment, and suddenly you can't think straight."

Yuki leaned back in her chair, arms crossed as if considering her next move. She loved Shizuka dearly, but even she had felt the weight of her charms during shoots more times than she cared to admit. Deciding it was time to be their "big sister" and impart some wisdom, she leaned in closer, her expression serious yet teasing.

"Well, first thing's first-- every photographer deals with this. When your model is doing their job right, yeah, it can make you hot under the collar. It happens because that's *their* job. They're trying to capture something seductive, alluring, whatever it may be. It's your job to capture it and share that with the world, but here's the important part-- there's a line of professionalism you've got to draw."

Riko raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying this is normal?"

Yuki nodded. "Completely normal. Especially when your model is someone like Shizuka, who knows exactly how to push those buttons. But you have to remember, that connection you're feeling? It's part of the job. You're not actually making that connection."

Hana frowned, her fingers tapping nervously on the table. "But what if it feels real? Like... we're not just imagining it?"

Yuki's gaze softened. She could see the conflict in both of them. They weren't just talking about the usual professional distractions-- they were talking about real feelings. So, she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Well, unless you're *actually* interested in each other," she teased with a smirk.

Hana groaned, burying her face in her hands. "That's not helping!"

Yuki laughed again, but this time there was more empathy in her tone. "Look, I'm being serious. You've got to draw that professional line if you want to avoid these feelings in the future. I'm telling you this because I've had to do it myself plenty of times. When Shizuka's on, she's on. But here's the kicker-- you have to remind yourself it's just part of the shoot. You're not *really* falling for her."

Riko, who had been unusually quiet for a few moments, finally spoke up, a hint of frustration in her voice. "Okay, but... what if we *are* falling for her? We can't just turn that off, can we?"

Yuki sighed, her expression turning more serious now. "Alright, here's the tough truth. You both might think you're special, and hey, maybe you are. But Shizuka? She's not interested in romance. At all. She never has been. So, any thoughts of pursuit? No matter how much you feel, how special you think your connection is? I'm sorry, but it's destined to fail."

That landed with a heavy thud on both Hana and Riko. It wasn't that they didn't already know-- deep down, they had suspected this for a while-- but hearing it from Yuki, who knew Shizuka better than anyone, made it real.

"Shizuka's got her own stuff going on," Yuki continued, more gently now. "She loves you guys, I know that for sure. But she's not looking for romance, and if you start going down that path... you're only going to end up hurting yourselves."

Hana and Riko exchanged glances, the weight of Yuki's words sinking in.

"Thanks for the advice," Hana said softly, still processing it all. "But... how do we actually draw that line? Like, practically speaking."

Yuki smiled, this time warmly, as if proud of her little sisterly moment. "It's simple, really. You remind yourselves that what happens during the shoot stays in the shoot. You focus on your work, you keep things professional, and when it's over, you leave those feelings behind. It's not easy, but it's necessary. Trust me, once you set that boundary, it gets easier. You don't let those moments bleed into real life."

Riko tilted her head, looking skeptical. "That sounds... impossible."

Yuki chuckled again. "Yeah, it feels that way at first. But you'll get the hang of it. And if all else fails..." She leaned in with a mischievous grin, "...just keep reminding yourselves that Shizuka isn't interested. She's not some unattainable goddess; she's just a person who happens to be stupidly sexy when she wants to be."

Hana and Riko laughed, but there was still a trace of uncertainty in their eyes.

"Are we really just going to ignore all this then?" Hana asked quietly.

Yuki placed a reassuring hand on Hana's shoulder. "No, you're not ignoring it. You're understanding it. And you're figuring out how to navigate it. But whatever you do, don't get caught up thinking you can change her mind. It's a losing battle."

Hana nodded, and Riko sighed, but the weight of their emotions didn't feel as heavy now.

"Alright," Riko said, standing up. "Let's draw that professional line, then. Thanks for the wisdom, Yuki."

Yuki grinned and waved them off. "Good luck. And remember, you've got this. Just... keep it professional, okay?"

As Hana and Riko walked out of the cafe, they knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy. But with Yuki's advice, they were at least a little more prepared to handle their tangled feelings-- and to keep their friendship with Shizuka intact.

----

Hana paced back and forth outside of the Moon River Talent Agency, her nerves a tangled mess. Yuki's words echoed in her mind: "Don't get caught up thinking you can change her mind. It's a losing battle." She knew what she had promised Riko-- that they'd both avoid Shizuka for the time being, to get their heads straight. But Hana couldn't help herself. The uncertainty gnawed at her. She had to know, once and for all, where they stood. 

Taking a deep breath, she made her way inside, her heart thudding in her chest as she asked the receptionist where Shizuka was. Moments later, she was led down a hallway to Shizuka's dressing room. Hana knocked, feeling the tremble in her hand, and after a brief pause, the door opened to reveal Shizuka, looking as composed and calm as ever.

"Hana," Shizuka greeted her with a small smile, her lilac hair framing her face. "What's up? I didn't expect to see you here today."

Hana swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I... I need to talk to you. Privately."

Shizuka's brow furrowed slightly, but she didn't hesitate. "Sure. Let's find somewhere quiet."

They walked together in silence, down the empty hallways until they reached a vacant conference room. The door clicked shut behind them, and the weight of the moment settled over Hana like a blanket of pressure. Shizuka sat down at the head of the table, crossing her legs, her eyes gentle but unreadable.

"So, what's on your mind?"

Hana stood across from her, arms crossed protectively over her chest as she struggled to find the right words. She had practiced this in her head so many times, but now, with Shizuka sitting in front of her, all of those rehearsed lines vanished.

"I... ever since 'Temptation in the Moonlight,' I've been feeling... well, confused." Hana took a shaky breath. "Even before that, with 'Veiled Echoes,' I-- I don't know what happened, but something changed for me. It's like I can't stop thinking about you, about us-- "

Shizuka's expression didn't waver, but before Hana could finish, Shizuka raised a hand gently, cutting her off.

"Hana... don't do that," Shizuka said softly, but firmly. "I already know."

Hana blinked, her mouth falling slightly open. "What?"

Shizuka sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I've known for a while now. That's why I refused to kiss you or Riko in 'Temptation in the Moonlight.' I've been through this before, with other people. Men, women... my charm affects them, and it makes them feel something more than what's really there."

Hana's heart sank as the words hit her. "So... you knew?"

Shizuka nodded slowly. "I'm aware of the effect I have. And it's not fair to you-- or to Riko. That's why I keep that distance. I don't want you to get caught up in something that isn't real."

Hana felt the weight of her emotions pressing in on her chest. She knew, deep down, that Shizuka was right. But she had to be sure. She needed to know if there was even a flicker of something genuine between them. 

"I understand we need to keep things professional," Hana said quietly, her voice trembling. "But... I need to know. Just once."

Shizuka looked at her with those calm, piercing eyes, as if she could already see where this was going. After a moment of silence, she relented, her voice soft but resolute.

"Alright. If you really need to know, I'll let you kiss me," Shizuka said, standing up slowly. "But I won't kiss you back. You'll see for yourself."

Hana's breath caught in her throat. It was what she had wanted, but now, standing face to face with Shizuka, the reality of it felt overwhelming. Slowly, she stepped forward, her hands trembling as she gently reached out to Shizuka. She tilted her face up, their eyes locking, and then Hana leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Shizuka's.

But it was as if she were kissing a mannequin. There was no spark, no magic. The warmth she had imagined, the connection she had dreamed of-- it wasn't there. Shizuka stood still, unmoving, her lips soft but completely devoid of any response. It was hollow. Empty.

Hana pulled back, confused, a tight knot forming in her chest. She tried again, her heart pounding with desperation. But again, the kiss felt cold. Mechanical. There was nothing.

She stepped back, staring at Shizuka in disbelief, her mind swirling with disappointment and confusion. This wasn't how it was supposed to feel.

"I don't understand," Hana whispered, her voice barely audible.

Shizuka's expression softened, and she looked at Hana with empathy. "Because it's not real, Hana. Your feelings are real, but mine... aren't. I care about you, deeply, but not in that way. I know how to make it look real if I have to, for a shoot or for a scene, but that's all it is-- an act."

Hana felt a lump rise in her throat as the truth began to sink in. Shizuka could fake it if she wanted to, but that would be a lie. And she wasn't willing to do that to Hana.

"I'm sorry," Hana mumbled, her voice thick with emotion. "I've been such a silly little girl."

Shizuka shook her head and stepped closer, placing a hand gently on Hana's shoulder. "You're not silly, Hana. It's because I care about you that I let you do this. But it's important for you to know that what you're feeling-- it's not the same for me. And that's okay."

Hana's eyes welled up with tears, but she blinked them back, nodding as she tried to compose herself. She understood now. This wasn't about rejection. It was about protecting her heart from something that was never real to begin with.

"Thank you," Hana whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "For being honest with me."

Shizuka gave her a small, sad smile. "I'll always be honest with you, Hana. You deserve that."

The room felt heavy with unspoken words, but there was a sense of clarity now. Hana took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, managing a weak smile. She felt embarrassed, but at the same time, she felt a strange sense of relief.

"I think I should go," Hana said quietly, her voice steadier now.

Shizuka nodded. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

Hana nodded back, and with one last glance at Shizuka, she turned and left the room. The weight of her feelings didn't disappear, but as she walked down the hallway, there was a new sense of understanding. Shizuka had been right all along. What Hana had felt was powerful, but it wasn't real-- not in the way she had hoped.

She would move on. She would heal. And in time, she'd learn to accept that some things were just meant to stay professional.

----

Hana stood in front of the door to the apartment she shared with Riko, her heart still heavy from the encounter with Shizuka. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering emotions that clung to her like a shadow. The apartment was quiet as she stepped inside, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Riko was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her as she scrolled through her phone, glancing up the moment Hana entered.

Riko's eyes met hers, and without missing a beat, she asked, "So, how'd it go?"

Hana froze for a second, surprised by how casual the question was. But then it hit her-- Riko knew. Of course, she knew.

Hana bowed deeply, her voice apologetic. "Riko, I-- I'm so sorry. I went to see Shizuka. I know we made that agreement, but I-- "

Riko waved her off, smiling faintly. "Don't worry about it. I figured you'd go. I know you well enough to know you wouldn't be able to just let it go, no matter what we agreed on."

Hana blinked, straightening up as she processed Riko's words. She walked over and sat down next to her on the couch, her body sinking into the cushions as if the weight of the day was pulling her down. "I... I don't even know what to say. I went in there thinking I needed to know, but now... it just feels like heartbreak."

Riko nodded, not saying anything at first. She let Hana's words hang in the air for a moment, before gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She pulled Hana closer, her warmth offering quiet comfort. "Yeah, I get it. But now you know, right? You don't have to keep wondering anymore."

Hana sighed, resting her head on Riko's shoulder. "It's so strange. I thought I wanted it so badly. But when it happened... it was just empty. Like I was kissing a mannequin. It wasn't real, and I don't even know why I let myself believe it could be."

"That's the thing about crushes," Riko said softly, her tone understanding. "They feel so real in your head, and it's hard to tell yourself otherwise until you hit that wall."

Hana closed her eyes, feeling the comfort of Riko's presence. "I just feel so stupid for even trying."

"You're not stupid, Hana." Riko squeezed her gently. "You had to do it for yourself, and now you've got clarity. And now that we know... well, we can set that professional boundary properly, like Yuki said."

Hana nodded, though the ache in her chest remained. "Even if we never really get over our little girl crushes?"

Riko let out a quiet laugh, her hand moving to ruffle Hana's silver hair playfully. "Well, yeah. But we'll deal with it. Besides, look on the bright side-- now we can finally focus on getting some actual guys in our lives."

Hana couldn't help but laugh at that, the sound lightening the mood in the room. "Riko, you haven't had a date in months."

Riko scoffed, pulling away to sit up straight, pretending to be offended. "Hey, that's better than you! You've never had a date in your life!"

Hana groaned, rolling her eyes. "You don't have to rub it in."

Riko grinned and poked Hana in the side, teasing. "I'm just saying, now that we're not distracted by a certain lilac-haired beauty, maybe we can actually focus on expanding our horizons."

Hana chuckled despite herself, the weight on her chest starting to ease just a little. "Yeah, maybe. Though I don't know if I'm ready to jump into anything else right now."

"That's fine," Riko said, her tone softer now. "We've got time. No rush. And hey, at least we've still got each other."

Hana smiled, feeling grateful for Riko's presence. "Yeah. We do."

----

## The New Drummer

Kaede stood in the small, dimly lit studio, feeling the familiar sensation of drums vibrating beneath his feet. He'd played in countless studios like this one, for countless bands, as a session drummer, always moving from gig to gig, never staying long enough to form a real connection. He'd been doing this for years now. Yet, today was different.

Itsuki, the flamboyant lead guitarist of Moonlight Prism and his longtime friend, had extended an invitation to meet the band. Itsuki was as laid back as ever, strumming absentmindedly on his guitar, his personality a sharp contrast to the high-energy indie rocker persona he had when they first met. Still, the man had undeniable talent, and despite his carefree attitude, Kaede knew there was no one Itsuki would play alongside without reason.

"Man, you're gonna love this," Itsuki said, looking over at Kaede with a grin. "They've got a vibe, you know? Kinda like... dark, moody, but with this sharp edge. You'll see."

Kaede nodded, maintaining his calm, professional demeanor. He was used to this sort of thing-- bands asking him to jump onboard. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. But he had to admit, he was curious. Moonlight Prism had been gaining traction lately, mostly thanks to the powerful, husky vocals of Riko Amano and the haunting violin melodies from Hana Kawamura. Their sound was raw, atmospheric, and emotional, which set them apart from the typical alt-rock bands Kaede was used to working with.

The door to the studio opened, and in walked Riko and Hana. Riko greeted him with a warm, almost electric smile. She wore her usual edgy attire, silver hair tousled in her signature choppy style. Her energy was infectious, and it was easy to see why she was the frontwoman of the band. Hana, on the other hand, was more reserved. Her silver bob-cut hair framed her stoic face, and she greeted him with a small, polite nod.

"So you're Kaede," Riko said, extending her hand with confidence. "It's great to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"Same here," Kaede responded, shaking her hand. "I've worked with a lot of bands, but I've never had the chance to work with you two."

Hana remained quiet, her eyes studying him carefully. She leaned against a nearby amp, her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't say much, but her presence was enough to tell Kaede that she took this meeting seriously.

"Yeah, we've had a bit of a situation with our old drummer," Riko continued, her tone casual but with a hint of exasperation. "He ran off with his girlfriend or something... didn't really get into details. Whatever, though. We need someone solid to step in and help us get back on track."

Kaede raised an eyebrow. "Run off with his girlfriend?"

Riko shrugged, brushing it off. "Yeah. But honestly, that's not important. What's important is that we need to know if you're interested in leaving behind the session gigs and joining us full-time."

Kaede stayed quiet for a moment, mulling over the offer. It was something he'd heard many times before. Bands asking him to be more than just a hired gun, to become part of their family. But most of the time, it was the same story-- big promises with no real depth. What made Moonlight Prism different?

"I've been asked that a lot," Kaede finally said, meeting Riko's gaze. "By a lot of bands. So what makes Moonlight Prism special?"

Riko's confident expression softened slightly, and she looked to Hana, who stepped forward. "Why don't you listen to our music and decide for yourself?"

Hana reached over to her bag and pulled out a set of headphones, offering them to Kaede. "We've got some recordings of our recent sessions. Take a listen."

Kaede took the headphones and slid them on, his fingers adjusting the volume as Hana cued up the track. As soon as the music hit his ears, he felt the familiar rush of excitement he got whenever he heard something that stood out.

Riko's vocals were raw and full of passion, with a huskiness that carried emotion in every word. But it wasn't just her voice that drew him in-- it was the layers behind it. Hana's violin wove in and out of the melody, creating an ethereal atmosphere that made the music feel like it was coming from another world. There was depth and complexity in their sound, something that was rare in a scene dominated by the same repetitive formulas.

But Kaede's ear was listening for something else-- the drums. He focused on the rhythm, the patterns, the way the drummer played off the emotion in the vocals and violin. The drumming was solid, but Kaede could hear where he would add his own flair, where he could elevate the music.

He took off the headphones, a new respect for Moonlight Prism forming in his mind. "Your sound... it's different," Kaede said, looking at Hana and Riko. "The way you blend the violin with the rest of the band... it's atmospheric, but it's not overpowering. It sets a mood, but it's not just background noise."

Hana gave a small smile, her first sign of warmth. "That's what we aim for."

Kaede nodded, his mind already spinning with ideas. He could see where he would fit in, how he could complement their sound, but also push it further. "I've played with a lot of bands," he said slowly, "but I've never heard anything quite like this."

Riko leaned forward, her eyes bright with excitement. "So, what do you think? You in?"

Kaede paused for a moment, taking in the seriousness of their offer. He'd spent so long moving from band to band, never staying in one place, always the professional but never truly part of something. Maybe Moonlight Prism was the change he needed.

"I'm in," he said, his voice steady. "Let's make some magic."

----

Moonlight Prism's practice session had come to an end, the last notes of their haunting melodies still lingering in the air. The band was taking a break, everyone winding down after a productive run-through of their latest song. Kaede sat in the corner of the studio, leaning against the wall, his drumsticks resting on his lap as he caught his breath.

He wasn't the type to immediately mix in with the others. Being a session drummer for years had conditioned him to keep his distance, to come in, do his job, and leave without forming too many attachments. But Moonlight Prism felt different. They weren't just another gig, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be something more. 

Hana quietly approached him. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of warmth.

Kaede glanced up and nodded, gesturing for her to sit. "Sure, take a seat."

Hana settled down near him, but not too close. She always had an air of calm about her, that same reserved energy he noticed when they first met. It was a quiet kind of presence that made it easy to talk without feeling pressured. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, Hana spoke. "You're a much better drummer than our last one," she said, her tone straightforward, though her words carried a weight of sincerity.

Kaede chuckled softly, accepting the compliment with a small nod. "Thanks. I just do what I can. But I've been doing this for a long time, so I guess I've picked up a few things."

Hana's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she spoke again. "You don't mingle with the rest of us much."

Kaede shifted slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... sorry about that. It's just, I'm used to keeping to myself. As a session drummer, you don't really lay roots. I'm in and out with different bands all the time. I guess I've gotten too comfortable with that idea."

Hana nodded, her expression understanding. "I know what you're saying. I used to play the violin for punk bands right after I left high school. It was... temporary, moving from one group to another."

Kaede looked at her, surprised. "Punk bands? Really?"

Hana smiled faintly at his reaction. "Yeah. Surprising, huh? But punk and violin can actually get along really well, if you find the right mix. That's why I was so popular with them, even though I'm classically trained. The contrast worked."

Kaede thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "That makes sense. The rawness of punk with the elegance of violin... I can see how that would stand out."

"It did," Hana said, her voice steady but reflective. "I didn't think I'd ever want to settle down with one band, though. I liked the freedom. But then Riko approached me and wanted to form Moonlight Prism. We hit it off faster than I expected, and I decided to take the risk. It paid off."

Kaede leaned back against the wall, his eyes focused ahead as he listened. He could hear the honesty in Hana's voice, and it struck a chord with him. He had spent so long avoiding attachment, never thinking about what he might be missing by not staying with one group.

Hana glanced at him, her expression thoughtful. "I know it's hard to switch that mindset, but I hope it pays off for you too. Moonlight Prism... we're different. We care about each other. And you're already an important part of that."

Kaede felt a slight tug in his chest. He hadn't expected Hana to say something so genuine, but that was just who she was-- direct, yet considerate. He wasn't used to hearing it, but it meant something coming from her.

"Thanks," he said quietly. "Maybe... maybe it's time I stopped treating every band like a temporary gig."

Hana smiled, her quiet demeanor never wavering. "Maybe."

For the first time in a long while, Kaede felt like he could see himself staying in one place, letting himself be part of something more than just a passing name on a setlist. And if Moonlight Prism really was different, maybe this was the right place to start.

----

Moonlight Prism's dress rehearsal for their upcoming concert was in full swing, and the energy in the room was palpable. The stage lights flickered to life, casting soft hues over the members as they went through the motions of their performance, checking sound levels, timing, and wardrobe.

Riko stood at the center of the stage, confidently owning her look-- a hybrid of her rock persona and the lingering echoes of her idol legacy. She wore a black bralette under a short, fitted jacket that ended just above her midriff, accentuating her bold, rock-star attitude. Her skirt, frilly and poofy, juxtaposed the edginess with a nod to her idol roots, flowing over a pair of form-fitting shorts and completed by thigh-high stockings. She looked fierce, commanding, yet playful-- just like her music.

Beside her, Hana exuded an ethereal presence in her flowing white gown. The silver accents that ran along the bodice and sleeves shimmered under the stage lights, giving her the appearance of a moon priestess, as if she had stepped out of a dream. Her silver hair, styled simply, added to the mystical air that surrounded her. Where Riko was night, Hana was the luminous moonlight.

Itsuki, on the other hand, brought the flamboyance. His costume was all black like Riko's, but his look was even more daring. His outfit embraced androgyny, with fitted pants and a top that clung to his slender frame, offset by bold makeup that included black lipstick, smoky eyes, and red-tipped messy hair. It was a wild blend of feminine touches and rockstar audacity, perfectly capturing Itsuki's laid-back yet flamboyant persona.

Then there was Kaede, quietly seated behind the drum kit in a much more conservative outfit. He wore a simple black button-up shirt and dark slacks, nothing too outrageous or flashy. It suited him, fitting in more with Hana's subdued elegance than the riot of darkness Riko and Itsuki had going on.

"Come on, Kaede," Riko teased, her hands on her hips as she looked him over. "You can't hide behind those drums and expect to get away with that boring outfit. We're a band, you gotta match the rest of us."

Kaede shrugged nonchalantly, tapping a drumstick against the edge of his snare. "Nobody's going to see me back here anyway," he said with a grin. "I'm just the drummer."

Riko rolled her eyes playfully. "Even the drummer needs to match. Look at us. We're like the night sky," she said, gesturing to herself and Itsuki's black attire. Then she pointed to Hana, who was quietly adjusting her violin. "And she's the moon. You can't be up there in basic black. Where's your 'night sky' vibe?"

Itsuki chimed in, walking over with a mischievous grin. "She's right, you know. Gotta have some pizzazz, man." He held up a tube of black lipstick, offering it to Kaede. "How about a little makeup to bring you into the fold? Just some lipstick, maybe a bit of eyeliner?"

Kaede laughed, shaking his head as he raised his hands in mock defense. "I'm not sure I'm ready for lipstick, Itsuki. Maybe later. Let me ease into it, okay?"

Itsuki pouted dramatically, though the glint of humor never left his eyes. "You're missing out on the full experience."

Riko chuckled and stepped closer, her teasing tone softening. "Seriously though, Kaede, you don't have to go as crazy as us. But it's a performance. Even if you're behind the drums, you're part of this whole image. Think of it as becoming part of the night."

Kaede glanced over at Hana, who was watching quietly with an encouraging smile. "I didn't go all out when we first started," she said gently. "It took some time to find the right balance. You'll get there."

Kaede nodded, considering her words. He wasn't the type to draw attention to himself, but the more he worked with Moonlight Prism, the more he realized this was about more than just playing music-- it was about the experience, the connection with the audience. Maybe Riko and Itsuki had a point. He didn't need to change who he was, but he could at least try to embrace the visual side of the performance a little more.

"Alright," Kaede said with a sigh, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Maybe I'll let you give me a little touch-up next time, Itsuki. But just a little."

Itsuki grinned triumphantly. "That's all I ask!"

Riko laughed and clapped her hands. "Good, now we're getting somewhere!"

As the band continued their rehearsal, Kaede couldn't help but feel a growing sense of belonging. He might not have been as flamboyant or flashy as the others, but for the first time, he was starting to feel like a real part of Moonlight Prism.

----

The dressing room of Moonlight Prism was filled with the faint buzz of excitement as the band prepared for their upcoming concert. In the center of the room, Kaede sat stiffly in a chair, feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Itsuki stood in front of him, makeup brush in hand, his usual playful grin in place but with a more serious glint in his eye.

"Alright, sit still, Kaede. I'm gonna make you shine," Itsuki said with a wink, leaning in to get started.

Kaede sighed, already feeling the brush sweep over his cheek. "Just don't overdo it, alright? I'm still trying to get used to this whole 'stage persona' thing."

Itsuki chuckled, not making any promises. "I'll do my best, but you know I can't help it sometimes."

Kaede watched as Itsuki worked with surprising precision, carefully applying eyeliner, blending in shades of dark eyeshadow. His gaze wandered to the room's mirror where Riko and Hana's costumes hung, a stark reminder that while he was part of Moonlight Prism now, they were the real faces of the band.

"Itsuki, you've been with them for a while," Kaede said, breaking the silence. "What are your impressions of Riko and Hana? I mean, they're the ones the fans look up to."

Itsuki glanced down at Kaede with a thoughtful look before replying. "Riko's showy. She knows she's good, and she's not afraid to flaunt it. Her confidence pulls the audience in-- like a magnet. She's flashy, loud, and lives for the stage. But it's not just an act; that's really who she is. She shines because she's unapologetically herself."

Kaede nodded, that much he had gathered from rehearsals. "And Hana?"

"Hana's different," Itsuki said, his voice softening as he considered. "She's quiet, elegant. People see her as this reserved, almost otherworldly figure on stage, but underneath that, she's incredibly smart. Savvy, even. She knows how to work a crowd when she wants to. She's charming, but in her own way. You wouldn't know it at first glance, but Hana's got a sharp mind."

Kaede raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Sounds like you're fawning over her."

Itsuki burst into laughter, leaning back and wiping a bit of smudged makeup from his hand. "Oh, please. If I were into girls, maybe, but sadly, that's not the way it goes for me. Besides," he said, leaning in again with a grin, "I'm fawning over you today."

Kaede rolled his eyes. "Just don't flirt with me, alright? I don't want to deal with that on top of all this."

"I'm trying my best!" Itsuki laughed, his teasing tone never fading as he carefully applied a bit of shimmer under Kaede's eyes. He stepped back for a moment, looking at his work before grabbing another brush. "I've got to make sure you don't stick out like a sore thumb. We're all in this together, right?"

When Itsuki finally stepped away and Kaede looked at his reflection in the mirror, he was met with a version of himself that looked startlingly different. His face was framed by carefully applied eyeliner and eyeshadow, adding a bit of mystery to his typically straightforward appearance. The shimmer under his eyes gave him an almost ethereal quality, and the overall look was far more flamboyant than Kaede was used to.

Kaede turned his head from side to side, studying himself. "You made me look kinda metro," he said, mildly surprised.

"That was the point!" Itsuki said, triumphantly crossing his arms. "You can't be the only guy on stage looking like, well, a guy. It'd be too awkward. We're creating a vibe, and everyone needs to fit in."

Kaede gave a long sigh. "Yeah, but we can't all be bastions of femininity. Someone's gotta keep us grounded."

Itsuki grinned but took a step back, holding up his hands. "Fair point. How about this-- I'll dial it back a bit for the next show. Just needed to give you the full experience today. You can't deny you look good."

Kaede shook his head, chuckling despite himself. "Alright, fine. Just... keep the lipstick away, okay?"

Itsuki flashed him a wink. "Deal. But you're keeping the eyeliner. It suits you."

As Kaede stared at himself in the mirror, feeling out of place yet somehow more part of the band than ever, he realized something: Itsuki had a point. He might not be as flamboyant as the others, but he didn't have to be. He could still embrace his part in Moonlight Prism, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone a bit. After all, they were creating a show, and every piece of it mattered.

----

Kaede sat behind his drum kit, his heart pounding in time with the low, pulsing beat of the crowd's anticipation. The stage lights were dim, casting long shadows across the stage, and the energy in the air was electric. This was it-- his first real taste of a concert as a member of Moonlight Prism.

As he adjusted his grip on his drumsticks, he could hear Riko moving toward the front of the stage, the clack of her heeled boots barely audible over the soft murmurs of the audience. She radiated confidence, her presence commanding without even needing to speak. Kaede could barely make out her figure through the haze of stage fog, but he knew the moment her voice broke through, the crowd would be at her mercy.

"Tokyo!" Riko's voice rang out, sharp and clear, cutting through the tension like a blade. The audience's cheers were immediate and deafening, a wave of noise that rolled over Kaede and settled into the very core of him. "Welcome to the Moonlight Prism experience!"

Her words were full of energy, dripping with her usual swagger, and Kaede felt a twinge of excitement in his chest. He glanced to his right where Hana stood, her hands poised over her violin, her white gown glimmering faintly in the low light. She caught his eye for a brief moment, offering a small nod of reassurance before her gaze returned to the crowd.

"And now," Riko continued, her voice dropping to a sultry tone that seemed to seep into the cracks of the venue, "let's start with a little something I know you all love. This one's called 'Temptation in the Moonlight.'"

A ripple of excitement surged through the crowd, but it wasn't the usual frenzied screaming Kaede expected. It was quieter, like a collective breath being drawn in. His fingers flexed around his drumsticks as he prepared for the opening beat, the steady rhythm that he had played a dozen times during practice. But something about tonight felt different. The moment he hit the first note, it was like stepping into another world.

Riko's husky vocals cut through the music like silk, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips as she sang about a love that was teased, offered, but never truly given. Her voice was lower, more intimate than it had been in rehearsal, and Kaede felt himself slipping into autopilot, his hands moving without thought as he played along. His focus, instead, was drawn to her voice.

There was something hypnotic about it, a quality that hadn't been as obvious during practice. On stage, with the lights dimmed and the audience hanging on every word, Riko seemed to weave a spell, her voice pulling them deeper and deeper into the song's narrative. Kaede could see it in the crowd too-- people weren't screaming or cheering anymore. They were mesmerized, eyes wide and locked onto Riko as if she held the answer to something just out of reach. The audience swayed to the music, but they did so in a daze, as though they were caught in Riko's web, unable to break free.

It hit Kaede like a sudden jolt. This wasn't just a rock concert. Moonlight Prism wasn't just an alt-rock band.

He had heard 'Temptation in the Moonlight' countless times before, even during practice, but there was something about the live performance that changed everything. The energy in the room, the way Riko's voice turned each lyric into a whispered secret, the way Hana's violin created an ethereal backdrop that added layers to the song-- it was more than just music. It was an experience.

His drumbeat, steady and rhythmic, became the pulse of this dreamlike trance, and as the song continued, Kaede began to understand. The band had tried to tell him-- Riko, Hana, Itsuki. This was more than a typical concert, more than just playing music on stage. It was about creating something larger than life, something that transported the audience into another reality, if only for a little while.

Riko's vocals dipped lower, taking on a sultry, almost predatory tone as she sang about a love that lingered just out of reach, tempting but untouchable. The tension built, rising and falling with the music, until Kaede realized he wasn't the only one caught in the spell. The entire venue was under her thrall, and for a moment, he felt like a spectator to the magic, even though he was part of creating it.

The last note of the song rang out, and the audience remained eerily silent, as if they were still suspended in the haze of Riko's voice. A beat passed, then two, and then the silence broke with wild applause, the spell finally released.

Kaede exhaled, blinking away the strange sense of wonder that had crept over him during the performance. He glanced over at Riko, who had her usual smirk in place, but there was something more in her eyes. She knew the power she wielded on stage, and she relished in it.

For the first time, Kaede understood what Moonlight Prism really was. They weren't just here to play music-- they were here to create something otherworldly, something that lingered in the air long after the last note faded. And now, sitting there behind his drum kit, still feeling the lingering effects of the trance they had just cast, Kaede realized that he was a part of it.

----

Kaede leaned against the wall of the dressing room, letting out a long breath as the adrenaline from the concert slowly ebbed away. His drumsticks still rested in his hands, his fingers absently tapping a rhythm against his leg as he mentally replayed the performance. 'Temptation in the Moonlight,' 'Lost and Found,' 'Veiled Echoes,' 'Whispers in the Cards,' and 'Swings and Laughter.' Each song had resonated in a way that felt different from any concert he'd ever been a part of. Sure, he'd played countless shows before, but this... this was something else entirely.

Moonlight Prism's setlist had been flawless. Hana's violin had added an ethereal layer to every song, weaving a soulful undercurrent that turned each piece into something introspective, while Riko's voice wrapped around the lyrics with raw emotion. Together, they had a chemistry on stage that was undeniable, and Kaede finally understood why they were the faces of the band.

It wasn't that Itsuki lacked charisma-- quite the opposite. With his flamboyant style and playful confidence, he could easily front any band he wanted. But there was something about Hana and Riko, something deeper that drew people in. They didn't just perform; they transported the audience, took them on a journey with each note, each lyric, as if pulling them into another world. That's why they led Moonlight Prism. It wasn't about showmanship-- it was about creating an experience.

Kaede chuckled to himself, remembering how Riko had held the crowd in the palm of her hand, her sultry voice putting them into a trance. And Hana... the way her violin played off Riko's vocals, almost like the two were in conversation, had given the performance a haunting, introspective feel. They were incredible, and it had taken being on that stage for him to truly realize it.

He shook his head, feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. He had joined Moonlight Prism not too long ago, and while he had been confident in his skills as a drummer, this was the first time he truly felt the gravity of what it meant to be part of this band. He wasn't just filling in; he was part of something bigger than himself.

The door to the dressing room creaked open, and Kaede glanced up to see Hana standing there, still in her stage costume. The white gown she wore, adorned with silver accents, made her look almost otherworldly, like a moon priestess come to life. She smiled softly, her eyes warm as they met his.

"Hey," she said, stepping into the room. "You okay back here?"

Kaede straightened, nodding. "Yeah, just... processing, I guess."

Hana tilted her head slightly, giving him a knowing look. "It was a big show. You did great."

Kaede smiled faintly. "Thanks. But I think it's you and Riko who really make the magic happen."

Hana blushed a little at the compliment but didn't disagree. "It's a team effort."

Kaede shrugged, his eyes drifting to the floor. "Maybe. But you and Riko... you two are something else. It's like... I don't know, you pull everyone in. I've played a lot of shows, but I've never felt anything like that."

Hana hesitated, then moved a little closer. "That's why you should come join the others. We're celebrating in the green room. You shouldn't be such a loner when you're a member of the band."

Kaede smiled, but it was a little strained. "I appreciate it, but... even though I'm part of Moonlight Prism now, I still feel like an outsider. You've all been doing this together for a while. It's like stepping into someone else's world."

Hana frowned, then held out her hand to him, her expression soft but determined. "You'll still feel like an outsider if you don't join us. Come on, Kaede. You're one of us now."

Kaede looked at her hand, then back up at her face. He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm not used to being picked up by girls like this, you know."

Hana's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. "Wh-what?! I'm not picking you up!"

Kaede laughed, the tension in his chest easing as he watched Hana's flustered expression. "Relax, it was just a joke."

Hana huffed, crossing her arms and looking away, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "You're just as bad as Riko."

Kaede stood up, slipping his drumsticks into his pocket and looking down at her. "You know, Hana, you're not that different from your stage persona after all."

She blinked, surprised by the statement. "What do you mean?"

"You're quiet, elegant, but when you need to be, you're charming. You just did that to me right now," Kaede said, gesturing to the hand she had extended moments before. "You pulled me in."

Hana blushed again, but this time she didn't stammer. Instead, she met his gaze with a soft smile. "Maybe. But it's because I want you to feel like you belong."

Kaede paused for a moment, taking in her words. There was something genuine in her tone that made him realize she wasn't just saying it out of obligation. She meant it. 

He sighed, nodding. "Alright, fine. I'll come to the party."

As they walked out of the dressing room together, Kaede couldn't help but feel a little lighter. Maybe he wasn't just a session drummer anymore. Maybe, for the first time in a long while, he was part of something real.

----

## Silly Rabbits

Moonlight Prism's practice room was alive with the usual chaos that accompanied brainstorming sessions. After an intense practice, they were taking a much-needed break to come up with ideas for a promotional poster for an upcoming music festival. As expected, Itsuki had come up with the wildest suggestion yet.

"What about a moon festival theme?" Itsuki said, a playful glint in his eye. "You know, like the moon rabbit fable?"

Kaede, seated in the corner with a water bottle, raised an eyebrow. "The one where a rabbit pounds mochi on the moon? How does that tie into rock music?"

"Stay with me," Itsuki continued, undeterred. "We dress as rabbits, right? But, instead of boring ol' costumes, we go all out. I'm thinking... Playboy bunny style!"

There was a collective groan.

Hana, who had been tuning her violin, sighed and rubbed her temples. "Absolutely not."

Riko, leaning casually against her guitar, shook her head. "There's no way I'm dressing in that for a poster."

But the loudest protest came from Kaede, who almost choked on his water. "Me? In a Playboy bunny suit? No. Way."

Itsuki, predictably, burst out laughing at the sight of Kaede's horrified expression. "Come on, you'd look *adorable*!"

Kaede shook his head emphatically. "I am *not* wearing that. Hard pass."

Itsuki put on a faux pout but eventually relented. "Alright, alright. I get it. No Playboy bunny suits." He waved his hands in mock defeat. "But what if we stick with the moon festival idea and dress as rabbits? Just... different types of rabbits?"

The room went quiet for a moment as everyone considered the idea.

Riko crossed her arms. "Different types of rabbits, huh? That could work... as long as we don't go too far off the deep end."

"Yeah, nothing too weird," Kaede added, still eyeing Itsuki suspiciously.

Itsuki grinned, clearly pleased that they hadn't dismissed the rabbit concept altogether. "Perfect! We'll keep it fun but tasteful... for the most part." He winked at Kaede, who groaned in response. 

A few minutes later, they'd settled on the revamped idea. Each band member would embody a different kind of rabbit, with varying levels of humor and creativity. As they brainstormed the specific outfits, it became clear that everyone's idea of "tasteful" varied greatly.

----

On the day of the poster shoot, they gathered in the studio, ready to unveil their costumes.

Kaede, who had reluctantly agreed to the plan, shuffled out of the dressing room first. His outfit wasn't just a rabbit costume-- it was a full-on fuzzy rabbit mascot suit, complete with oversized paws, a big floppy tail, and comically large ears. He looked like something out of a children's amusement park.

"I hate this," Kaede muttered as he adjusted the giant rabbit head, his voice muffled by the fabric.

Itsuki, already in his costume, sashayed over in the exact opposite kind of rabbit attire. He had fully embraced the Playboy bunny look-- complete with the black satin bodysuit, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled shoes. He'd even gone all-in on the accessories: a bowtie, cuffs, and, of course, a pair of sleek black bunny ears perched atop his messy hair.

"I've got to say, you really pull it off," Riko commented, standing off to the side as she inspected Itsuki's outfit with a smirk.

Itsuki struck a pose, blowing a kiss in Kaede's direction. "I know, right? This is how you sell tickets."

Kaede groaned. "This is how you scare children."

Hana walked in next, and her outfit struck a balance between Kaede's ridiculous mascot costume and Itsuki's bold ensemble. She was dressed in a soft, pastel lavender outfit that resembled a magical moon rabbit. The dress was elegant, flowing, and decorated with silver embroidery in the shape of tiny stars and crescent moons. Her rabbit ears were delicate, with silver tips that matched her gown, and instead of a tail, her long train trailed behind her like moonlight.

Riko, meanwhile, had chosen something far more practical-- though still playful. She wore a black-and-white rabbit hoodie, paired with ripped jeans and combat boots. The hoodie had floppy ears attached to the hood, and her mischievous smile made it clear that, despite the simplicity of the outfit, she wasn't backing down from Itsuki's outrageous energy. 

Hana looked at Kaede's mascot costume and giggled. "You look so... fluffy."

"Don't," Kaede said, clearly exasperated. "Just don't."

Riko walked up to him, her hands on her hips. "To be fair, you kind of balance us out. We've got the androgynous bunny over there," she pointed to Itsuki, "the mystical moon bunny," she gestured to Hana, "and me, the street-smart rebel bunny. You're the comic relief."

Kaede sighed. "Glad to be of service."

As they assembled for the shoot, Itsuki took his spot in the middle, confidently posing with one hand on his hip and a smirk that dared anyone to question his outfit. Hana stood next to him, the moonlight-esque fabric of her gown catching the light just right, making her seem like she was glowing. Riko leaned casually against Kaede, who stood awkwardly in his bulky costume.

"Okay, everyone ready?" the photographer called out.

"Ready as we'll ever be," Kaede mumbled from inside his mascot head.

As the camera flashed, capturing their unconventional rabbit-themed poster, Kaede couldn't help but laugh-- despite himself. Sure, it was ridiculous, but somehow, it worked. Moonlight Prism wasn't just about the music; they were about having fun, being themselves, and making memories, no matter how absurd.

----

As the rehearsal for the latest cover began, Kaede sat at his drum kit, tapping his fingers idly on the snare. The other members of Moonlight Prism were already setting up their instruments, the room buzzing with a quiet sense of anticipation. Kaede glanced at the sheet music on his stand, his brow furrowed in confusion as he noticed the song title.

"This... is a J-pop song?" Kaede asked aloud, his voice breaking the silence. He was used to Moonlight Prism's alt-rock sound, filled with deep introspective lyrics and their signature soulful vibe, so the bright, peppy notes of a J-pop idol song felt wildly out of place.

Riko, tuning her guitar, caught the tone in his voice and smirked. "Yeah, we're covering one of my mom's songs."

Kaede blinked, surprised. "Your mom?"

Riko paused for a moment, looking at him as if expecting some kind of reaction. When Kaede just stared at her, clearly still confused, she rolled her eyes and explained further. "Mana O Mana. She was kind of a big deal in J-pop."

That name made Kaede freeze. He'd heard of Mana O Mana-- a legendary J-pop idol who had dominated the scene two decades ago before disappearing after a scandal. Her music was known for catchy beats, glamorous performances, and an army of devoted fans. But what threw him off more was realizing that Riko, the fierce, rebellious vocalist of Moonlight Prism, was *related* to a J-pop icon.

"Wait," Kaede said, trying to process everything. "You're Mana O Mana's daughter?"

Riko sighed, setting her guitar down. "Yep. Welcome to my cursed existence." Her tone was light, but there was an edge to it, the kind of weariness that came from years of living in someone else's shadow.

Hana, who had been quietly adjusting her violin, chimed in. "She's not kidding. Everyone who knows about Riko's family background can't help but compare her to her mom."

Kaede blinked, still trying to wrap his head around the revelation. "I had no idea."

Riko looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of judgment or the usual comparisons she was so used to hearing. When she didn't find any, her expression softened, a small, almost relieved smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Thank God," Riko muttered, half to herself. "You're one of the few people who *aren't* constantly comparing me to her."

Kaede looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. "I mean, I'm still trying to process the whole thing, but... I guess it explains why we're doing a J-pop song now."

Riko picked up her guitar again, her expression more relaxed than before. "Yeah, we're signed with my mom's old label, which gives us access to her catalogue. I'm not exactly following in her footsteps, but this way, I can take her songs and reimagine them with our own twist."

Kaede nodded, feeling like he understood a little more. "That's actually pretty cool. You get to honor your mom's music but still make it your own."

Riko flashed him a grin. "Yeah. It's like I'm showing everyone that just because I'm her daughter doesn't mean I have to sound like her. Moonlight Prism's got our own flavor."

Kaede chuckled. "And that flavor's definitely not bubblegum pop."

Riko laughed. "Nope. But hey, Mana's songs have some depth to them. You just gotta look past the idol glitter."

Hana nodded in agreement. "You'll see. Once we start playing, it won't feel like a typical J-pop song. We'll make it ours."

As they settled back into their instruments, Kaede felt a new wave of respect for Riko. She'd spent her life under the looming shadow of a superstar mother, yet here she was, carving out her own identity with a band that was nothing like the pop image she could have easily adopted.

Riko stepped up to the mic, giving her signature confident smirk. "Alright, let's show Kaede how it's done. One, two, three..."

With that, the band launched into the song-- what had once been a bubbly J-pop anthem now reinterpreted with Moonlight Prism's unique sound. Hana's violin brought an ethereal, haunting quality to the melody, Itsuki's guitar added a grungy, distorted edge, and Riko's husky vocals turned the formerly sugary lyrics into something raw and introspective.

Kaede, who had been skeptical at first, quickly found himself caught up in the performance. It didn't feel like covering a J-pop song anymore. It felt like they were telling a story-- one that Riko had reclaimed and made her own.

As they finished the final note, the room was quiet for a beat before Itsuki spoke up.

"See, Kaede?" Itsuki grinned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "You worried for nothing."

Kaede shook his head with a small smile. "I gotta admit, I didn't expect that. You guys really made it yours."

Riko shrugged, but there was a glimmer of pride in her eyes. "We're not just a band. We're an experience, remember?"

Kaede chuckled. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that."

----

## In Someone Else's Clothes

Itsuki had always been known for his playful antics, but this time, he had truly outdone himself.

In the dimly lit dressing room, surrounded by racks of costumes, he stood in front of the full-length mirror, trying not to burst into laughter as he looked at his reflection. He was currently dressed in Hana's ethereal moon priestess gown, the full-length white fabric swaying as he struck an exaggerated elegant pose.

"Hmmm, yes, very mysterious," Itsuki muttered to himself in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Hana's soft-spoken, dreamy tone. "The moon is my guide, and with my violin, I shall bless this stage..."

He twirled dramatically, nearly tripping on the gown that was way too long for him. Catching his balance, Itsuki grinned to himself. "Not bad... not bad at all. Now, for the real showstopper..."

He quickly, and with surprising speed, shimmied out of Hana's gown and eyed Riko's more daring outfit hanging nearby. A black bralette, short jacket, and frilly, poofy skirt paired with thigh-high stockings-- Riko's typical edgy rock star look.

Itsuki wiggled into the ensemble, the skirt poofing out awkwardly around his waist. He adjusted the bralette as best he could, though it was clearly struggling to accommodate his chest, and finally tugged on the jacket, posing in front of the mirror once again.

"Riko, the queen of the stage," he declared, using his best imitation of her husky voice. He struck a sultry pose, throwing a hand up in the air dramatically. "Are you ready, Tokyo? Let's *rock*!"

He burst out laughing at his own reflection, absolutely delighted by his performance. "I don't know how she does it, though-- this thing is tight," he muttered, adjusting the bralette.

Just as Itsuki was about to continue his impersonation of Riko, he heard the unmistakable click of the dressing room door opening.

"Oh, you've *got* to be kidding me..." came Riko's voice, equal parts disbelief and amusement.

Itsuki froze mid-pose, turning slowly to face the doorway, where Riko and Hana stood staring at him, arms crossed. Riko's eyebrow was raised, while Hana had her hand over her mouth, clearly trying not to laugh.

"Itsuki, what the hell are you doing in my costume?" Riko asked, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I-- uh..." Itsuki stammered, his hands still hovering in the air in the pose he'd been caught in. "I was, uh, just... trying it on?"

Riko put a hand on her hip, giving him a deadpan stare. "You do realize you're *stretching* my costume, right?"

Itsuki glanced down at the bralette, which indeed looked a little worse for wear, and winced. "Okay, yeah, I might have overestimated how much I could pull this off."

"Understatement of the year," Riko replied, shaking her head, though she still looked more amused than angry. "Take it off before you rip something."

Itsuki, deciding he had pushed his luck far enough, quickly began stripping out of the costume, fumbling with the tight fabric. As he did, Hana finally let out the laughter she'd been holding in.

"You make a *terrible* Riko, by the way," Hana teased, her usually calm demeanor cracking into fits of giggles.

"Oh, come on! I thought I nailed it!" Itsuki protested, but the laughter from both girls was too much for him to argue against.

As soon as he had pulled off the last piece of Riko's costume, he was unceremoniously shown the door.

"Alright, out you go," Riko said, pushing him toward the door with one hand, clearly trying to suppress her own laughter now. "And for the love of everything, stop trying on my stuff!"

Before Itsuki could protest, both Hana and Riko shoved him out of the dressing room, and to add insult to injury, threw his clothes at him, one piece at a time.

"Here, take your pants!" Hana called through giggles.

"And your ridiculous jacket!" Riko added, tossing it after him.

Itsuki caught his clothes, barely able to keep from laughing himself. "I can't believe you're throwing me out of my own dressing room!"

"This is our dressing room, you sneak!" Riko shouted back through the door, the sound of her laughter echoing after.

Itsuki, now standing in the hallway holding a pile of his clothes, sighed dramatically. "Well, I guess I'll just have to dress as *myself* then," he muttered, pretending to be offended as he began getting dressed.

----

## So You Have Two Girls

Itsuki and Kaede sat across from each other in a small, cozy cafe not far from their rehearsal space. The lunchtime crowd bustled around them, but in their little corner, it felt almost private. Kaede was just about to take a bite of his sandwich when Itsuki, with his signature mischievous grin, leaned forward.

"So, Kaede... Hana or Riko?"

Kaede blinked, sandwich frozen halfway to his mouth. "What?"

"Come on, man," Itsuki pressed, resting his chin on his hand with a playful look in his eye. "Between the two of them-- Hana or Riko-- who do you fancy?"

Kaede set his sandwich down slowly, clearly taken aback. "I... I don't even know them that well yet to answer something like that."

Itsuki leaned back in his chair, waving off Kaede's excuse with a flick of his wrist. "Don't dodge the question! Look, I'll make it easy for you. Let's start with Hana."

Kaede could already sense where this was going, and braced himself as Itsuki launched into his 'analysis.'

"Now, Hana-- she's got that quiet, elegant charm, right? Like, she's the whole moon goddess package: graceful, calm, intelligent. Not to mention, she's a hell of a violinist and incredibly kind. You can tell she's got a deep soul, man. Plus, she's really down-to-earth when you get to know her. You'd never have to worry about drama with Hana. She's the type who'd take care of you if you were having a rough day."

Kaede blinked, trying to process all that. But before he could say a word, Itsuki barreled on.

"Now, Riko, on the other hand-- she's a firecracker. Confident, bold, and sexy. You wouldn't get bored for a second with Riko. She knows how to take control, and I mean, look at her on stage! She's got that raw energy, you can't fake that. Plus, she's got a softer side under all that bravado-- kind of mysterious, right? A challenge. You'd never know what to expect with her, and that can be exciting."

Kaede opened his mouth to respond, but Itsuki was still rolling, hands gesturing wildly as he got into it.

"So really, it's about what you're into. You want that gentle, serene type? That's Hana. But if you want a thrill ride, someone who'll keep you on your toes? Riko's your girl." Itsuki leaned in with a smirk. "So, who's it gonna be?"

Kaede threw his hands up in frustration. "You're not even letting me answer!"

Itsuki grinned wider. "I'm just laying out your options. You've gotta be thorough."

Kaede rubbed his temples, exasperated. He decided to flip the script. "Alright then, Itsuki. Who *do you* fancy?"

Itsuki's smirk faltered for a second. "Hey, I asked first."

"Yeah, but you've known them longer," Kaede shot back. "You must have thought about this more than I have. So, who's it gonna be? Hana or Riko?"

Itsuki squirmed in his seat. "Well, if you must know, I don't swing that way. So, it's not really something I've thought about like that."

Kaede gave him a look. "Then why are you grilling *me*?"

Itsuki sighed, slouching back into his chair. "Okay, okay, look. There's a reason I'm asking. It's not just some random question."

Kaede raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "I'm listening."

Itsuki glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before leaning forward again. "You've noticed how close Hana and Riko are, right? Like, really close."

"Sure," Kaede replied cautiously. "They're best friends. Bandmates."

"Yeah, but a lot of people-- and I mean *a lot*-- think they're more than that. Fans, gossip mags, even industry insiders. People love the idea that Hana and Riko are a couple. It's gotten so bad that it's affecting their personal lives. They can't even hang out without someone snapping photos and spinning stories."

Kaede frowned, suddenly understanding the weight behind Itsuki's question. "So... you're worried about them?"

"Exactly," Itsuki said, nodding seriously. "I'm not trying to stir up drama. I just thought... if one or both of them had 'a guy' in their lives, maybe that would shut down all the couple rumors. I care about them, Kaede. This stuff hurts them, and I just want to protect them in any way I can."

Kaede sat back, letting out a slow breath as the pieces clicked together. "I get where you're coming from, Itsuki. But forcing me-- or anyone-- to choose between them isn't gonna help. And honestly, that's not fair to them either."

Itsuki's playful smirk faded as he absorbed Kaede's words. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I was just trying to look out for them, but maybe I went about it the wrong way."

Kaede gave a small smile. "I appreciate the concern. But trust me, neither Hana nor Riko needs a guy to prove anything to anyone. They're strong enough on their own."

Itsuki sighed, but a hint of his usual grin returned. "Yeah, yeah. I suppose you're right. I'll drop the 'who do you fancy' talk for now."

"Good," Kaede said, picking up his sandwich again with a relieved grin. "Now can we eat in peace?"

Itsuki chuckled. "Fine, fine. No more questions. For now."

----

Kaede wiped the sweat from his forehead as he stepped into the familiar practice studio, the low hum of equipment filling the air. It had been over a month since he joined Moonlight Prism, and today was supposed to be a lighter day. The band wasn't scheduled for rehearsal yet, but he liked to show up early and get a feel for things. Just as he set his drumsticks down on a nearby stool, he noticed someone else in the room-- Hana, quietly adjusting her violin by the window.

"Oh, hey," Kaede greeted, mildly surprised to see her. "Didn't expect anyone else to be here this early."

Hana glanced up from her instrument and smiled. "Hey, Kaede. I was just doing some warm-ups. How's it going? How're you settling in?"

Kaede smiled back, leaning casually against his stool. "I think I'm starting to settle in. You know, getting used to the rhythm of things, no pun intended."

Hana chuckled softly, her gentle laughter filling the room. "That's good to hear. I'm glad. It's not always easy to make a big change like joining a new band. You never really know how it's going to work out once the honeymoon period is over."

Kaede raised an eyebrow, amused by her choice of words. "Honeymoon period, huh? You make it sound like a marriage."

Hana's face flushed a deep red, and she immediately started to stammer. "Oh! No, no! I didn't mean it like *that*!"

Kaede laughed, watching her flustered reaction with growing amusement. "Relax, I'm just teasing you. But, in a way, you're not wrong. It kinda is like a marriage. A bunch of people coming together for a common goal, trying to make it work, becoming this small, little family."

Hana's blush deepened, but her expression grew more thoughtful. "Yeah... I guess that's true. But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work out." She sighed softly. "Like our old drummer... We all thought things were fine, but... sometimes people just drift apart."

Kaede nodded, sensing a deeper story behind her words. "That's like a divorce. You realize you want something different out of the relationship, and no one's at fault. It just happens."

Hana let out an embarrassed groan, shaking her head. "Stop comparing being in a band to marriage, you're embarrassing me."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Kaede said, grinning, though he couldn't help but notice how endearing her shyness was. There was something so genuine about her, something that made him pause.

As the lighthearted conversation lingered in the air, Kaede remembered what Itsuki had said earlier at lunch, about the closeness between Hana and Riko and how it often led to rumors. But now, standing here with Hana, he found himself captivated by her gentle presence, her natural charm. And before he could stop himself, a question popped into his mind.

"So, uh..." Kaede started, a little uncertain. "You want to grab something to eat after this?"

Hana froze for a moment, her eyes widening as her blush returned in full force. "W-Wait, are you... asking me out?" she asked, her voice a little higher than usual, obviously flustered.

Kaede blinked, realizing the implications of his question. He could play it off, make it casual. But something stopped him. He hesitated for just a second, then smiled softly, meeting her gaze. "Yeah... I guess I am."

Hana's face turned an even deeper shade of pink, her eyes wide with surprise. She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again, clearly caught off guard. But there was a small, shy smile tugging at her lips.

"I... I mean, sure. I'd like that."

Kaede's heart skipped a beat as he watched her reaction, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling inside him. He hadn't planned on asking her out, but now that it was out there, he felt a quiet thrill.

----

Kaede and Hana sat across from each other in a cozy little cafe nestled in the heart of Tokyo. The gentle hum of chatter surrounded them, but Kaede's focus was entirely on the girl sitting in front of him, her face glowing softly under the cafe's warm lights. Hana seemed more relaxed now, although her natural shyness was still evident in the way she occasionally fidgeted with her tea cup.

"Thanks for coming out with me," Kaede said, smiling. "I don't usually do stuff like this, so..."

"Neither do I," Hana admitted, glancing away for a moment, her cheeks tinged with pink. "But it's nice."

Kaede chuckled softly. There was something undeniably charming about her modesty, the way she could be so genuine, without any of the pretense or flash he'd come to expect in the world of showbiz.

"You know," he began, leaning slightly forward, "I think you're really charming."

Hana blinked, clearly caught off guard by the compliment. She waved it off almost immediately, her face flushing as she shook her head. "Me? Charming? I don't think so. I mean, if you want to talk about charm, there's someone else who's really got that down."

"Who's that?"

"Shizuka," Hana said, her tone softening as she spoke the name. "You know, Shizuka Minazuki. The actress and model. She recently worked with us on the 'Temptation in the Moonlight' music video. You probably know her... everyone does."

Kaede nodded, recognizing the name. Of course he'd heard of her-- Shizuka was a rising star, and that music video had gone viral, one of many that put Moonlight Prism on the map. However, since the video had been filmed before he'd joined the band, he hadn't had the chance to meet her in person yet. "Yeah, I know of her. Didn't know you guys were that close, though."

Hana smiled wistfully. "She's... incredible. The whole time we were filming that video, it felt like she was holding me and Riko in this magnetic pull. It's hard to explain, but it's like you can't take your eyes off her. Her presence just *captivates* you."

Kaede watched as Hana's expression shifted, a mix of admiration and something deeper in her eyes. There was a wistfulness in her voice as she continued.

"I'll admit," Hana said, quieter now, "if circumstances had been different, I might've... considered being with her. I mean, she was just *that* alluring."

Kaede blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected Hana to be so candid. "Wait, really? You'd consider being with Shizuka?"

Hana blushed again, but this time it was paired with a little shrug. "I don't think it's a big secret. Anyone who saw that music video could probably tell. And... it's not like fans don't already think I'm a lesbian."

Kaede tilted his head, curious now. "Are you?"

"No," Hana said, laughing softly at the directness of the question. "It's not like that with Riko or Shizuka. They're both... really meaningful and close friendships, but it's never been romantic."

Kaede nodded slowly, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over him. The thought caught him off guard, and he suddenly found himself alarmed. [Am I seriously considering Hana?] He hadn't even realized it until now, but something about her was drawing him in. It wasn't just her modesty or the way she carried herself-- it was her charm. The very charm she kept denying she had.

"You know," Kaede said, leaning back slightly, "I think you don't realize the effect you have on people."

Hana blinked in confusion, her brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"You keep saying you're not charming, but..." Kaede paused, choosing his words carefully. "You're kind of doing the same thing Shizuka does, even if you don't realize it. You captivate people without trying."

Hana laughed softly, shaking her head. "No way. I'm nothing like Shizuka."

"I don't know about that," Kaede mused, recalling the way Hana had described Shizuka's magnetic presence. "I haven't met Shizuka personally, but from what you've said, you two might be more similar than you think."

Hana's eyes widened a little, surprise flickering across her face. "Shizuka did tell me once that she saw a lot of herself in me, but I never understood why. I mean, she's so... graceful and confident. I'm just me."

Kaede smiled, leaning forward again. "Maybe you don't see it yet, but I think she's right. You've got this quiet kind of charm-- this ability to make people feel comfortable and drawn to you. It's different from Shizuka's type of presence, sure, but it's there."

Hana looked down at her cup, her fingers tracing the rim thoughtfully. "I never thought of it that way..."

Kaede's gaze softened. He had only been in the band for a short while, but Hana had already shown him that there was much more to her than met the eye. Her modesty was part of her allure, but so was her genuine kindness and vulnerability. And the more time he spent with her, the more he found himself captivated.

For a moment, they just sat there, the noise of the cafe fading into the background. Kaede's heart raced slightly, realizing that he was no longer just getting to know Hana as a bandmate. This was something deeper.

----

Kaede stood in the lobby of Moon River Talent Agency, feeling a bit out of place as the polished atmosphere and bustling energy of the agency surrounded him. His decision to meet with Shizuka hadn't been made lightly. He didn't want to intrude on her busy schedule, but something about Hana had stirred something in him, and he felt like he needed to understand it better. And who better to ask than someone who seemed to have a deeper insight into Hana than even she did herself-- Shizuka Minazuki, the rising star who had recently worked with Moonlight Prism on their viral hit, 'Temptation in the Moonlight.'

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Kaede was finally led through the agency to Shizuka's office. His nerves buzzed as he was shown in by the assistant. The office was tastefully decorated-- minimalist but elegant, with soft lighting and a few carefully placed awards and accolades on display. It was a reflection of Shizuka herself, from what he had gathered.

Shizuka sat behind her desk, a cup of tea in hand, her lilac hair perfectly framing her serene face. She looked up from a few documents and smiled politely at him as he entered. Despite her modest demeanor, there was a quiet magnetism about her-- an effortless confidence that Kaede had already heard so much about.

"Kaede, right?" Shizuka greeted him, motioning for him to take a seat. "I don't have a lot of time, so I hope you don't mind if we keep this brief."

Kaede smiled sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for interrupting her. "I appreciate you seeing me, Shizuka. I know you're busy."

She waved a hand, dismissing the formalities. "It's alright. I just wasn't expecting a social call. So, what brings you here? How can I help?"

Kaede hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach the subject. He had never met Shizuka in person before, though her presence in Moonlight Prism's recent music video had left an impression on him-- even though the video was completed before he'd joined the band. Taking a deep breath, he decided to be straightforward.

"I'm here because... I wanted to get your thoughts on Hana," Kaede began, feeling a little awkward under her calm gaze. "She talks about you sometimes, like you're her mentor. And honestly, I think she looks up to you a lot. I just-- well, I wanted to hear what you think about her. Someone outside of the band who might know her better than she knows herself."

Shizuka's expression softened as she listened. She set her cup down on the desk and folded her hands in front of her. "Hana is... special. She has a lot of potential, more than she realizes," Shizuka said in a quiet, thoughtful voice. "But I think that's part of her charm, don't you? The fact that she doesn't see how captivating she can be."

Kaede blinked, a bit surprised by Shizuka's candidness. He had been half-expecting someone larger-than-life, given her reputation. But instead, Shizuka seemed almost... modest. She wasn't shy, not like Hana, but there was a calm humility in the way she spoke, as if the attention she received as a model and actress didn't affect her sense of self.

"She's really... shy," Kaede admitted, thinking about his recent date with Hana. "But she has this charm about her. I don't think she even knows the effect she has on people."

Shizuka nodded, her lilac eyes flickering with a knowing smile. "She doesn't. But that's part of what makes her so genuine. She doesn't try to charm anyone-- she just does. But if she could learn to see it, she'd be even more incredible. In a few years, I think she'll come into her own... maybe even be where I am now."

Kaede tilted his head, noticing how Shizuka spoke with such confidence about Hana's future. It was like she saw a path for her that even Hana didn't know existed. "You really believe that?"

Shizuka leaned back in her chair, her expression more reflective now. "I do. I see a lot of myself in Hana. She's just a bit younger and more uncertain. But she'll get there. She's got the talent and the heart for it."

Kaede found himself nodding slowly, beginning to understand what Shizuka meant. Shizuka, unlike Hana, was aware of her charm and how to use it. Sitting here in her office, Kaede realized that while Hana had an unconscious effect on people, Shizuka had learned to control hers. He didn't feel overwhelmed by her presence, like he had when he was around Hana, but he could see how easily Shizuka could captivate someone if she wanted to.

"She said you mentioned you saw a lot of yourself in her," Kaede said. "But Hana doesn't seem to understand why. Do you think she's... like you?"

Shizuka gave a faint smile. "In some ways, yes. In others, not yet. But she'll find her way. She just needs time."

Kaede felt a sense of relief wash over him. There was a comfort in knowing that someone like Shizuka-- who seemed to have everything figured out-- had faith in Hana's growth. He hadn't known Hana for long, but there was something about her that drew him in, something more than just her music.

"Thank you," Kaede said, standing up. "I know you're busy, so I won't take more of your time. But this... it helps. A lot."

Shizuka rose from her seat and extended her hand with a small smile. "You're welcome. And take care of Hana. She's stronger than she knows, but we all need a little support."

Kaede shook her hand, feeling the weight of her words. As he left the office, he couldn't help but think that Hana really was a lot like Shizuka, even if she didn't know it yet.

----

Kaede found himself at the Moonlight Prism practice studio again, the familiar hum of instruments in the background as he stepped inside. He had been thinking about his last "date" with Hana, and how despite her charms and kindness, something about her held back. Today, however, Hana seemed different-- more confident than before, her usual shy demeanor replaced by a quiet assurance as she tuned her violin. Kaede, having understood Hana a little more after their previous time together, felt like it was the right moment to approach her again.

"Hana," he called softly, drawing her attention. She looked up, her silver bob swaying as she met his gaze.

"Hey, Kaede," she greeted him with a small smile, the kind of warmth that always seemed to put him at ease. But there was something else in her expression now-- a hint of hesitation, as if she already knew what was coming.

Kaede scratched the back of his neck, trying to keep his tone casual. "I was wondering if... you wanted to go out again sometime. I mean, just the two of us."

Hana's smile faltered for a moment, and she lowered her violin bow, glancing down as if to gather her thoughts. Kaede could see the conflict in her eyes before she spoke.

"I... don't think I want to start a relationship right now," she said, her voice soft but steady. "Especially not with a new bandmate. It feels like that would make things awkward. If things didn't work out..."

Kaede nodded, understanding where she was coming from. Hana was always thinking about the well-being of the band, about keeping things professional and smooth between them all. But he also sensed something deeper beneath her words-- a fear that ran beyond the concern of awkwardness. Something more personal.

"That makes sense," he said, careful to keep his tone even. "But... if you don't mind me asking, have you ever dated anyone before?"

Hana blinked, caught off guard by the question. She shifted awkwardly, then finally admitted, "No. That one time with you was my first date."

Kaede smiled, a mix of amusement and understanding in his expression. "Hana, that wasn't really a date," he said gently. "Dates aren't supposed to be big productions or anything complicated. They're just about getting to know each other better, spending time together. Most of them don't end up starting a relationship at all."

Hana looked at him curiously, her nervousness easing a little as she processed his words. "So... I did it wrong?" she asked, her lips quirking up in a sheepish smile.

"Not at all," Kaede said, laughing softly. "There's no 'wrong' way to go on a date. But if you want... I can show you what a real, simple date is supposed to be."

Hana bit her lip, uncertainty flickering across her face for just a moment before she nodded. "Okay," she agreed, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. "But only if it's really simple."

Kaede grinned. "Deal."

----

The following evening, Kaede and Hana met up at a quiet cafe near the river, a far cry from their last outing that felt more like a formal affair. This time, Kaede kept things relaxed-- no fancy restaurants, no grand expectations. They ordered coffee and a few pastries, then found a seat by the window, the gentle sound of the river flowing outside.

Hana sat across from him, her hands curled around a cup of hot tea. She looked different in the casual atmosphere, more at ease, her usual shy nature softened by the lack of pressure. Kaede could already tell this was better.

"So, what do we talk about on a 'real' date?" Hana asked with a hint of teasing in her voice.

Kaede chuckled. "Anything, really. What about... music? I'm guessing that's something we both have a lot to say about."

Hana's eyes lit up, and soon enough, they were deep in conversation about their favorite musicians, the songs that inspired them, and the challenges of balancing their personal lives with the demands of the band. It was easy, natural, and Hana slowly opened up as they talked. She told him about her early days with Moonlight Prism, about how close she and Riko had become, and even her admiration for Shizuka, the model and actress who had collaborated with them.

"You know," Kaede said, "when I met Shizuka, I could see why you look up to her. She's confident, but she's got this quiet strength too. Kinda reminds me of someone else I know."

Hana blushed, shaking her head. "I'm nothing like her," she protested. "She's... Shizuka. She has this magnetism, this charm that just draws people in. I'm not like that."

Kaede tilted his head, studying her. "I don't think you realize how much charm you have, Hana. You don't need to try-- people are drawn to you because of who you are."

Hana's blush deepened, and she looked away, embarrassed. "I'm just... me," she mumbled.

"And that's more than enough," Kaede said sincerely. "You don't need to be like anyone else."

Hana met his gaze again, and for a moment, the soft confidence she'd been showing since that morning seemed to fade as her shyness crept back. But then she smiled, a genuine, grateful smile that made Kaede's heart skip a beat.

"Thanks, Kaede," she said quietly. "For tonight... and for this."

Kaede smiled back, realizing that this was what a real date was supposed to feel like-- simple, natural, and meaningful in a way that didn't need anything more than just being themselves.

----

## Embracing Yourself

Hana closed the door to her shared apartment, letting out a soft sigh as she stepped inside. Her thoughts were still spinning from the date with Kaede. It had been nice-- nicer than she had expected. She hadn't imagined someone like him would see her as anything more than a bandmate or a friend, but he did. And the way he looked at her... it was different. Not in a bad way, just different.

"Well, well, well," Riko's teasing voice rang out, breaking Hana from her reverie. "Look who finally came back from her little date."

Hana blushed, her cheeks instantly burning. Riko was lounging on the couch, her lips curling into a playful smirk. She looked way too pleased with herself.

"It wasn't a *date* date," Hana mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers as she made her way to the couch. "It was just... okay."

Riko raised an eyebrow. "Just okay? You don't look like someone who just had an 'okay' date. What did he say? Did you guys hold hands? Kiss? What's the verdict?"

Hana's blush deepened, and she shook her head vehemently. "No! It wasn't like that. We just... talked. That's all."

"Uh-huh." Riko's smirk didn't falter for a second. "So, what did you two 'just talk' about?"

Hana hesitated for a moment before confessing, "He said I was... charming."

Riko's smirk grew into a grin. "See? Told you. You *are* charming, Hana. Everyone knows it-- except you, apparently."

Hana hugged a pillow to her chest, burying her face into it. "I'm not, though. I mean... I don't feel like I am. People always talk about you being the face of Moonlight Prism, and I'm just the quiet one in the background. And everyone's always shipping us together. It's weird to think that someone actually sees me that way."

Riko's playful expression softened. "Hana, you are *desirable*. More than you know. Fans might ship us because we have chemistry, but that doesn't mean people can't see you for who you are. Kaede clearly does. Even Itsuki likes you-- and he's not into girls."

"But I don't feel... desirable. Not like you."

"That's because you don't see yourself the way others do," Riko said, her tone becoming more serious. "You've been hearing so much about the fans and their fantasies that you've lost track of who you are. You're not just someone's cute little waifu, Hana. There are people out there who see the real you. And they're drawn to that."

Hana let that sink in, staring at Riko. "It would be easier if everyone was like you."

Riko's eyes twinkled mischievously. "What, are you asking me out now?"

Hana's face flushed a deep red as she shot up, shaking her head frantically. "No! That's not what I meant at all!"

Riko burst out laughing, clutching her sides. "Oh, come on, Hana. I'm kidding! Relax."

Hana's flustered expression softened, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Riko..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Riko grinned, leaning back on the couch. "But seriously, you're going to be fine, Hana. You're more than enough as you are. Just remember that, okay?"

Hana sighed but nodded. Deep down, she knew Riko was right. Maybe it was time she started seeing herself the way others did-- without letting her insecurities get in the way.

----

## The Woman Meant To Be

Shizuka closed the door behind her after Yuki gave them space, and the two of them sat down in the cozy living room. Hana looked tense, fidgeting with her hands, trying to find the right words. She was never good at these kinds of conversations, but this one felt particularly heavy. 

"I've been thinking a lot," Hana started, glancing up at Shizuka briefly before looking back at her hands. "About what my bandmates have been telling me. They keep saying I'm... a desirable, charming woman." Her voice softened, like she was hesitant to believe it herself.

Shizuka's eyes were calm, and she nodded. "They're not wrong, you know. You carry a certain charm that's hard to ignore."

Hana let out a shaky breath. "But... I don't see myself that way. I never really have. I still feel like that shy girl playing the violin, awkward and trying to find her place. And... you once told me that I reminded you of a younger version of yourself."

Shizuka smiled softly. "I remember saying that."

"Yeah..." Hana hesitated again, clearly grappling with her thoughts. "That stuck with me. So, I went and looked through your old work-- your early modeling days. I saw how you started off covered up, keeping things modest. But then... you started doing shoots that were more daring, more avant-garde. Some of them were almost... nude."

Shizuka chuckled lightly, leaning back in her chair. "I remember those days. It felt like I was shedding a layer of myself, pushing boundaries. At times, it did feel like I was betraying my own values. But as a professional, as an artist, there was this drive inside me to see how far I could go, to challenge myself."

Hana swallowed hard, clearly nervous about what she was about to say. "I think... I'm at that point now. Where you were, before you... shed your modesty. But I'm scared, Shizuka. I don't know what that means for me, for my image, for who I am."

Shizuka tilted her head thoughtfully. "Your image is yours to define. It's not about what others expect or want from you. It's about what *you* want to project. Some people will understand your choices, and others won't. But that's part of being an artist-- you can't control how everyone will see you."

Hana inhaled deeply, trying to muster the courage to continue. "I think it's time I stop being this... cute little waifu everyone sees me as. I need to stop living in the past, stop being that awkward violinist looking for everyone's approval. I want to grow, to embrace the woman I'm supposed to be." Her voice grew firmer with each word.

She looked directly at Shizuka now, her gaze filled with determination, even though her hands still trembled slightly. "I need your help. Help me become that woman."

Shizuka looked at Hana for a long moment, her eyes softening in understanding. She reached across and placed a hand gently on Hana's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Hana, you've always had that strength inside you. I can help you, guide you-- but this journey, this transformation, has to come from you. It's about embracing who you already are. You just need to see it for yourself."

Hana nodded slowly, taking in Shizuka's words. She knew this wasn't going to be easy, but she also knew that if anyone could help her navigate this transition, it was Shizuka.

"Thank you," Hana said softly, her voice wavering just a bit. "I think... I think I'm ready to take that step."

Shizuka smiled warmly, her hand still on Hana's, offering silent encouragement. "Then let's take it together."

----

Hana stood nervously in the private home studio, her arms crossed over her chest as she glanced at Yuki setting up the camera. The familiar setting felt a little different today, with the focus entirely on her. The soft lighting, the calm atmosphere of the studio, and the simple, modest outfit she wore-- a white blouse and a pleated skirt-- made it clear this was about capturing her essence, not changing her into someone she wasn't.

Shizuka, standing off to the side, watched with an encouraging smile. She knew Hana had been struggling with her self-image lately, and today's photoshoot wasn't just about taking pictures. It was about helping Hana see herself the way others saw her: beautiful, confident, and most importantly, fully herself.

"Are you ready, Hana?" Yuki asked, her voice soft but focused as she adjusted the camera. "Just relax and be yourself. This isn't about trying to be anything you're not."

Hana swallowed and nodded, feeling the weight of her uncertainty. But Shizuka's calming presence was a comfort, as if her close friend was guiding her through this delicate moment. Shizuka stepped forward, gently touching Hana's arm. 

"You look amazing, Hana," Shizuka said softly. "This isn't about changing who you are. Being a woman doesn't mean shedding your modesty or pretending to be someone you're not. You can be strong, confident, and still be cute."

Hana blushed, brushing a lock of silver hair behind her ear. "I just... don't know if I see myself the way others do. Riko always talks about confidence, but I've never felt like that. I'm not like her."

"That's the beauty of it," Shizuka replied, guiding Hana into a relaxed, natural pose for the camera. "Confidence comes in many forms. It doesn't have to be bold or loud. You can be soft, gentle, and still radiate strength. Just like you do every time you play your violin or interact with fans."

Yuki began snapping photos, quietly directing Hana to move her head slightly or adjust her posture. Shizuka continued giving her small cues, helping her stand taller, her shoulders relaxed but with poise.

"And you know," Shizuka added with a smile, "being cute doesn't take away from being a strong woman. You can be both. It's about finding the balance that feels true to you."

Hana exhaled slowly, the words beginning to sink in. She knew deep down that she didn't have to be like Riko or anyone else. She could find her own path toward being the kind of woman she wanted to be.

"You don't have to choose between being kind, sweet, confident, or strong," Shizuka continued, adjusting Hana's hair. "You can be all of those things. They're what make you, you."

Hana's expression softened as she looked toward Yuki's camera lens. For the first time, she felt less like she was trying to fit into some expectation and more like she was simply *being*. Her natural charm, the quiet confidence that came from within, was starting to shine through the way Shizuka and Yuki had always seen it.

"Hold that pose," Yuki said, snapping another picture. "You're doing great, Hana."

Hana smiled, feeling lighter, more at ease. With Shizuka's gentle guidance and Yuki's skilled eye, she was beginning to see herself in a new light. She didn't have to change who she was or become someone else to be the woman she wanted to be.

As the photoshoot continued, Hana carried herself differently, with more grace and self-assurance. She no longer felt like she had to hide behind her modesty or doubt her place in the world. Shizuka's words echoed in her mind: being a woman was about embracing every part of herself-- her strength, her vulnerability, her sweetness, her confidence. And as the camera clicked, Hana began to believe it.

After the shoot, Shizuka wrapped an arm around Hana's shoulders. "See? You're everything you need to be, just as you are."

Hana smiled up at her, feeling something shift within. She wasn't just the shy, modest girl anymore-- she was someone becoming more sure of herself, more aware of her own unique charm. And with Shizuka and Yuki by her side, she was ready to embrace all the things that made her, her.

----

Hana stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hands trailing the soft fabric of the red dress she wore. The  tight-fitting gown was familiar from the 'Veiled Echoes' music video, but now, the context was different. She wasn't here to perform on stage or play her violin as the 'moon priestess'-- this photoshoot was about refining her image, confronting the reserved image fans had of her, and embracing the parts of herself she'd kept hidden. 

Shizuka and Yuki were working quietly nearby, the small, converted studio buzzing with preparation. Yuki was adjusting her camera and lights, while Shizuka tinkered with props and background settings. Hana could feel her heartbeat quicken as she adjusted the push-up bra underneath the gown, feeling the added lift and presence it gave her figure. The deep slit along the left side of her dress exposed her leg, clad in sheer white tights, contrasting against the crimson fabric.

Shizuka came over, her lilac hair framing her face with a calm yet encouraging smile. "You look stunning, Hana. We're going to have some fun with this."

Hana nodded, though her stomach fluttered with nerves. She was always the stoic one, the quiet and melancholy violinist, but today was about refining that image-- not by changing who she was, but by exploring her femininity, her confidence. She wasn't completely revamping herself; rather, she was peeling back a few layers, enough to show a different side without losing the essence of what made her who she was.

The feather boa draped around her neck added an extra layer of playfulness that felt foreign to her usual aesthetic. She glanced at Yuki, who was setting up the first shot.

"All set!" Yuki chirped, giving Hana an encouraging nod. "This will be avant-garde, a little out there, but I want you to feel free to express yourself. We'll take it slow."

Hana took a deep breath and stepped onto the set. The background was a bold mixture of soft shadows and stark, abstract patterns-- Shizuka's artistic touch, no doubt. There was a low velvet couch in the center, draped with silks in muted tones, along with a large, ornate mirror leaning against the wall. The contrast between the chaotic backdrop and her refined red dress was striking.

The first few poses were simple, easing her into the shoot. Shizuka stood nearby, guiding her gently, while Yuki's camera clicked away. As Hana shifted her weight onto her exposed leg, letting the slit of the dress fall naturally, she felt a subtle shift in her mindset. This was different from standing on stage with her violin-- this was intimate, personal. She was both the subject and the art.

"Let's try something bolder," Shizuka suggested, moving toward Hana with a prop-- a vintage, silver hand mirror. "Hold this and gaze into your reflection. It's like you're meeting yourself halfway, seeing something new."

Hana took the mirror and positioned it delicately in her hand. As she gazed at her reflection, her eyes framed by the kohl liner and bold red lipstick, she saw herself differently. The usual shyness lingered, but beneath it, there was a growing sense of confidence. The outfit made her feel undeniably like a woman, powerful and in control, despite the vulnerability of being in front of the camera.

"Good," Yuki called out. "Now, try draping the boa across your shoulders, and look at me as if you're sharing a secret only we know."

Hana complied, letting the soft feathers of the boa glide across her bare arms. The sensation was unusual but not unwelcome. She turned her gaze to Yuki's camera, her expression soft but direct, a flicker of something more mischievous and confident playing across her face.

Yuki smiled from behind the camera. "Yes, that's it. Keep going, Hana."

The shoot began to evolve, each pose bringing out something new in Hana. At Shizuka's suggestion, she leaned back on the velvet couch, her leg elegantly extended, the slit of her dress parting to reveal the sheer tights beneath. She ran her hand along the fabric, tracing the curve of her leg, feeling the feminine energy pulsing within her. She wasn't just the stoic violinist anymore-- she was exploring her womanhood, her presence, embracing a kind of quiet allure.

"Think of this as your personal transformation," Shizuka encouraged softly. "You're still Hana, but this is about showing more of yourself. The fans think they know you, but there's so much more they haven't seen."

Hana met Shizuka's gaze and smiled, a small but meaningful gesture. She adjusted the boa once more, tossing it over one shoulder with a playful flair, and settled into the next pose. Her body was starting to feel more like her own in this context, each click of Yuki's camera helping her overcome the shyness she usually kept locked away.

The final setup of the shoot was the most daring. Shizuka had arranged for a backdrop of sheer, layered fabrics that gave the impression of clouds or mist. Hana stood among them, her silhouette half-concealed, the red dress glowing against the soft, dreamlike colors. With her leg extended through the slit and the white tights shimmering under the soft light, she lifted her chin, gazing off into the distance as if she were on the cusp of something new.

"You're doing great," Yuki encouraged, adjusting her angle to capture the ethereal moment. "Now, one last shot. Close your eyes and just breathe-- this is your world, Hana."

Hana closed her eyes, letting the moment sink in. The fabric of the dress, the weight of the boa, the boldness of the makeup-- it all came together. This was her refining moment, her declaration that she could be both the reserved moon priestess and the confident woman she was becoming.

When the shoot ended, Hana felt a sense of calm. It wasn't about becoming someone different, but about revealing the layers she'd kept hidden. As Yuki reviewed the photos and Shizuka packed up the props, Hana stood in the middle of the studio, still in her red dress, feeling like she had taken a step forward-- not just in her career, but in her own journey toward confidence and self-acceptance.

"Thank you," she said quietly to both of them. "This was... something I needed."

Shizuka smiled warmly. "You've always had this in you, Hana. Now the world can see it too."

----

In the Moon River Talent Agency studio, Hana found herself standing in front of the camera, heart pounding as she stared at the array of lighting and equipment. This was her first professional fashion campaign-- albeit just a minor role-- and while she'd performed countless times on stage with Moonlight Prism, this felt completely different. Modeling was foreign territory to her, and the pressure of knowing these photos would be seen by a public far larger than her usual audience made her anxiety spike.

"Relax, Hana," Shizuka said, her voice soft yet steady. She stood nearby, watching with a gentle, knowing smile. "You're going to be fine."

Hana glanced over at her, still feeling unsure. Shizuka was a renowned model, with a presence so magnetic and captivating that she'd entranced the entire band during the 'Temptation in the Moonlight' video shoot. Hana, by contrast, felt awkward and nervous in front of the camera, despite her usual stage confidence. The studio's atmosphere was professional, but the stakes felt high.

Yuki, behind the camera, gave Hana an encouraging nod. "Just pretend we're at home, doing a fun shoot like before. I'll guide you through it," she reassured her, adjusting the lens as she prepared for the first set of shots.

Hana swallowed, nodding back but still feeling tense. Shizuka stepped closer, placing a hand on Hana's shoulder.

"Remember," Shizuka said, her voice calm, "this isn't about trying to be someone you're not. This is an exercise in confidence. You're here because you belong here. All you need to do is be yourself."

Hana let out a shaky breath, her mind racing. "But... how can I even compare to you?" she asked quietly, looking down. "You're always so composed, so enchanting. You just... you walk into a room, and people can't help but be drawn to you. I'm... I'm not like that."

Shizuka smiled gently and shook her head. "Not all charm works the same way, Hana. And it's not about comparison. Sure, my charm may draw people in, but that's not the only kind of charm there is."

Hana looked at her, still unsure, as Shizuka continued. "Your charm isn't about making people fall head over heels. It's about how kind, how warm, and how inviting you are. People are drawn to you because they feel like they can trust you. You make them feel comfortable, like they're your friend the moment they meet you. That's something special, something not everyone can do."

Hana blinked, taken aback. She had always thought of herself as the quieter, shyer one compared to Riko's boldness or Shizuka's captivating presence. But she had never considered that her warmth could be just as powerful in its own way.

"People naturally want to be around you," Shizuka went on. "You don't even have to try-- it's who you are. That's your charm, Hana. You just need to remember that, and use it when you're in front of the camera. You control how people see you."

Hana met Shizuka's eyes, absorbing her words. She hadn't thought of it that way before, but something about what Shizuka said struck a chord. Perhaps she didn't need to be like Shizuka to leave an impression. Perhaps her own brand of charm was enough.

Taking a deep breath, Hana straightened up, feeling a small boost in confidence. Yuki smiled as she noticed the shift in Hana's posture, readying the camera.

"Okay, let's get started. Just be yourself, Hana," Yuki said. 

With those words and Shizuka's quiet support in the background, Hana began to loosen up. The first few shots felt awkward, but as Yuki directed her, Hana started to find her rhythm. She focused on who she was, not trying to emulate anyone else, but simply letting her natural self come through.

The nervousness slowly melted away. Hana realized that Shizuka was right-- she didn't need to captivate the world the way Shizuka did. Her strength was in her warmth, in how approachable and genuine she was. As the shoot progressed, Hana found herself smiling naturally, relaxing into the experience.

By the time Yuki called for a break, Hana felt more at ease, even if still a bit out of her comfort zone. Shizuka approached her, offering a proud smile.

"See? You've got this," Shizuka said, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Your charm may be different, but that's what makes it special. And trust me, people are going to notice."

Hana looked up at Shizuka and felt a small surge of gratitude. Maybe she didn't know the full extent of her own charm yet, but with Shizuka's guidance, she was starting to believe in it a little more.

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Hana stood at the entrance to the studio, her hand resting on the doorknob for a moment longer than she expected. Her heart raced, a familiar flutter of nerves, but this time it wasn't stage fright. It was something else. Growth. The photoshoot had been different-- more intimate, more revealing-- but not in the way she had always feared. She felt... liberated. As she walked out to meet Riko, Itsuki, and Kaede, she realized that she wasn't just putting on a face for the cameras anymore. She was beginning to embrace the side of herself that she had kept hidden for so long.

Riko immediately looked up from tuning her guitar. "How'd the shoot go?" she asked, her trademark playful smirk in place. There was an extra layer of curiosity in her eyes today, though. "You look... different."

"It went great," Hana replied, a smile tugging at her lips. She felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and that confidence seeped into her voice. She glanced at Itsuki, who was leaning against the wall, watching her with a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes.

"So, what did you wear?" Itsuki asked, his tone almost teasing, but there was genuine interest there.

Hana paused, thinking back to the shoot. "It was a mix. Some high fashion, some more casual, and a few more... elegant looks," she explained. "Nothing too flashy, but I think it suited me." She hadn't thought of herself as a model before, but after today, something had shifted. It wasn't just about the clothes-- it was how she felt wearing them.

Kaede, standing by his drums, nodded approvingly. "You seem more confident. Do you think modeling's something you'd want to keep doing?"

Hana shook her head. "Not as a career," she said. "Music comes first. But I think it's helping me refine my stage presence. Learning how to carry myself better, how to present myself to an audience. It's... a different kind of performance."

Riko exchanged a look with Itsuki and Kaede, and they all seemed to agree. "Makes sense," Riko said. "And it shows. You've got this new vibe about you."

Hana smiled, feeling a sense of pride swell within her. She wasn't changing who she was, just refining the way she presented herself to the world.

"Are you ready for practice?" Riko asked, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "We've got that new set list to go over."

Hana nodded, feeling her heartbeat quicken once more. "Yeah, just give me a sec to get ready."

She slipped into the dressing room, the door clicking softly behind her. Alone with her thoughts, Hana could feel the adrenaline still buzzing through her veins. Her reflection in the mirror stared back at her, and for the first time, she didn't just see the shy, quiet girl she had been when she first joined Moonlight Prism. She saw something else-- someone else. Someone more confident, more composed. She wasn't trying to change who she was; she was simply uncovering the layers she had hidden beneath for so long.

"Refining, not changing," she murmured to herself as she picked up her violin. It had always been an extension of her, a way to express emotions she couldn't put into words. Now, it felt like that same process was happening inside her, with her own image.

Taking a deep breath, Hana opened the door and stepped out to join her bandmates. As she took her place beside them, her hand gently resting on the violin's neck, she realized that this was just the beginning. She was ready to let the world see her, not just as Moonlight Prism's violinist, but as Hana-- someone strong, evolving, and finally comfortable in her own skin.




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This story is written with heavy AI assistance.

I don't think I truly understood what Hana's problem was until I had Riko off-handedly call her a 'waifu'. So Hana's self-image is being a cute yet mysterious girl, but she really wants to be seen as a woman. In some respects that means Hana never really left her high school phase until now. Riko didn't have this problem because she wears her heart on her sleeve and is very showy. Hana is probably not going to completely overcome her shyness, but going forward she's likely going to be a bit less demure or passive, and maybe a little more confident.

Itsuki and Kaede were introduced because, frankly, I always had it in mind that Moonlight Prism had other band members, but never got around to developing any. Kaede being the 'second' drummer for the group helps faciliate introducing both of them. While Itsuki isn't all that developed he's meant to be a person who could've been the frontman if Riko wasn't around. As far as Itsuki's disinterest in girls, that doesn't necessarily mean he's interested in guys (although that wouldn't stop him from teasing Kaede in that manner); his relationship desires just haven't come up yet. I think of Itsuki as metrosexual, but that term doesn't cover his sexual orientation (keep an open mind about it because it's not set in stone).

As for Hana and Kaede deciding to stop dating, that doesn't preclude them from dating later if I feel like going for it. After all, Hana isn't ready to start a relationship yet. Of course, dating Kaede would turn the band's fandom upside down since it's fairly commonly believed that Hana and Riko are together (and they're unlikely to be for real).



~ Razorclaw X